#if you’re not helping then shut the fuck up

[oreo-creampies]

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mean/angry nerd!switch!choso, hate fucking/academic rivals, Daddy/brat, biting, degradation/mocking, two pussy slaps, a hint of oral/fingering for some prep, pain kink, begging, just the tip, choking, light fem dom!reader, biting, hair pulling/dragging, mirror sex, full nelson, squirting

Oreo: @arminsumi @vampress7 lets all be delulu over nerd!choso, normal choso could and would never be so mean. I stand by that but this is nerd!choso Au whose done with your shit even if you are right! 🤤

“You’re such an annoying brat correcting me in class.” Choso grabs your arms pinning them above your head. Stuffing his thigh between your legs. Grinding your hips, your soft clit perfectly rubbing on his thick thigh.

Fighting the urge to groan. “If you weren't wrong, I wouldn't have to-!” Choso shuts you up with a rough kiss, biting your bottom lip. Slipping his tongue past when you cry.

Squeezing your neck, pulling away, smirking down at you. “Say something now, do anything other than grind your clit on my thigh like a pretty dirty whore.” Glaring up at him, unable to stop yourself. It feels to go to rock your clothed cunt on his clothed thigh.

Sneering, “If only the class knew what a pathetic whore you are. Glaring up at me like you won't beg for my cock.” It’s going straight to your needy cunt the way Choso is looking down at you with such angry hunger.

Moving his thigh from between yours. Roughly unbutton your pants, yanking them down your thighs with your underwear Curling two thick fingers into your cunt. “Already stupidly wet for me, nnn can't believe such a pretty cunt belongs to such a brat.” Letting go of your neck, crouching down ripping your pants down the rest of the way.

“Aw Choso Kamo is mad 'cause I’m right! Doesn't matter how much of a stupid cock drunk slut your fat cock makes me it won't change that!” Slapping your clit and cunt repeatedly. Slapping your hand over your mouth, muffling your cries from the sweet sting.

Biting your stomach, gliding two thick fingers. You grab a fistful of his dark hair tugging till he whines. Your sloppy wet cunt quivers around Choso's thick fingers from the beautiful sound. “Annoying brat.” Propping your thigh on his broad shoulder, shoving his face towards your clit.

“Shut up and suck my clit.” Biting your thigh, pumping his thick fingers faster. Massaging your sweet spot, licking your soft clit. Groaning into your cunt, grabbing your hip digging in his nails.

Squirming grinding your hips, swiping your clit on his pierced tongue. Curling from your toes from the sweet pressure of his hard bar. “Fuck you for being so damn beautiful with my cunt on your face.” Sloppily sucking on your soft clit, groaning getting off in the soft squelching of his finger sinking into your sloppy wet cunt.

Gliding his fingers out, slipping your thigh off his shoulder standing up. Unbuttoning his dark pants, pushing them down, kicking them to the side. “No underwear? Figures why everyone could see the fat outline of your cock when you were in front of the class.”

Picking up his beautiful cock. Biting your lip, stroking your clit, you love the way he’s so fat and heavy he hangs. He smirks looking down at you, trapping your head between his large hands.

Grabbing his cock touching stroking your clit. “I knew you were lookin’ n you lied sayin’ you weren't.” He groans when you slide your side lips along his cock, smearing slick into his cock head. Helping you stroke your clit better.

“Fuck you, you didn't deserve the satisfaction after being wrong. You should have studied better, I'm disappointed in you can I even think of you as a rival after that.” Biting Choso’s tattoo of black flowers and dark green leaves and thorny vines.

The large garden covers most of his body. Hiding scars you’ve memorized the placement of. You hate him so much, yet you know his body better than your own.

Tracing over the one above his heart. Kissing the bite mark. “Please you know you’re going to be thinking about seeing me in class tomorrow. Let’s see how good your essay is, if I think it’s less than 96 you’re not cumming.” Grabbing your hair pulling your head back.

Looking up at him, siding your hand down from his thick hard pecs to his sculpted abs. “Fuck whatever stupid grading system you have it's rigged. You just want to hear me beg.” Stepping back, taking away his thick, warm cock on your soft clit.

Choso leads you from his living room into the hallway with a firm grasp on your hair. “Damn right, I want to hear you beg for this cock. Watch yourself, see what a dumb slut I fuck ya into.” Letting go, shoving you into his bathroom, grabbing your arm, and twisting you to face the mirror. Bending you over, lifting your ass up in the air.

Grabbing the counter. Admiring Choso in the mirror. His broad chest, thick arms, and slim waist. “I want to be fucked dumb by your fat cock.” Lining his thick cock up gliding in just his fat cock head.

Suspended in the air with only his tip in you, you look so desperate begging. "Please fuck me with your fat cock, I don't want to think of anything else. Wanna be your pretty dumb cock sleeve." Gliding his cock out, slapping himself on your lips.

Clenching with every wet smack, lining himself back up gliding only his fat tip into you. His fat head alone stretching your cunt feels too damn good. "Please fuck my bratty attitude outta me, make me your mindless cum stuffed slut. NNn." Roughly pulling you back to meet his harsh thrust, stuffing you full of his cock.

Loudly moaning, "Fuck me!" Choso grabs your hair, yanking you upright. Wrapping an arm around his neck. Choso slips his arms underneath your legs, folding you in half. Bouncing you in time with his hard, quick thrusts.

Stroking your sweet spot before stirring your guts up. "That's what I thought it's ok ya can moan you are my stupid pretty slut." Slipping his arm across your body, trapping both your legs over his thick forearm.

You're tightly pinned, knees to your chest watching your cunt get stuffed. Getting off on how Choso needs one arm to support you. Stroking your clit whining from the sweet toe-curling pleasure, clenching his fat cock. "Nnn daddy please!"

"Daddy? Already is it that good? Like seeing how your cunt is making a perfect circle from how fat my cock is." Steadily stroking your soft clit. Over the months of ending up in his apartment he's perfected playing with your clit.

You couldn't do it better yourself anymore. Couldn't cum this hard that your eyes are rolling back, body trembling, jaw-dropping. Your thick slick dripping down Choso's balls, some of your squirt splashing onto his counter.

Forgetting everything but getting fucked stupid on Choso's fat, veiny cock. “Ya cummin' so much for me, thought ya hated me but look at you. Giving me those love sick eyes." You don't have the mind to protest.

Choso smirks, "I might be second in class but I'm still your Daddy. No one else can fuck ya like I can look at ya already a stupid drooling brat.”

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[kxtsukixoxo]

weak. // katsuki bakugou

“you’ve gotten weaker” katsuki muttered as he removed his gauntlets, you fell to the ground with a thud of defeat. 

“just shut up.” supporting yourself up with your elbows, you tilted your head to look at him. in that moment, katsuki saw pure envy in your eyes. as your hair hid the rest of your face, while you struggled to get up, immediately falling to the ground whenever you lifted yourself up. 

naturally, katsuki approached you with the idea of helping you up, extending his hand towards you. you swatted it away, with disgust “don’t touch me.” you spat out. katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed with something deeper than irritation, 

concern. 

“i haven’t gotten weaker” you struggled to speak, dealing with the blow you absorbed from katsuki during training. “you’ve just gotten better at this shit.” you started, “and i’ll tell you what, it’s fucking frustrating!” grunting out as you fell to the ground once again. “we trained together, we followed the same routine to the fucking T” by now you were practically screaming, letting out whatever you bottled over the past few days. “and yet you’re somehow better than me…with your stupid fucking quirk.” 

“[y/n]-“

“do me a favour and fuck off.” you held the wall as support, finally getting up and limping out of the arena. 

his words ringing in your ears, you’ve grown weak. 

weak for him. 

[strawberry-nugget]

Im a sucker for angsty fwb Bakugo and messy feelings.

!! Major spoilers for the manga btw !!

The two of you almost never meet like that. It’s almost pushing it to ten times a year in a never ending circle of non commitment and broken promises, words that are only exchanged during intimacy that none of you can’t help but utter and trutfully tonight shouldn’t have been different.

But he agreed to let you stay at his place for the night—you think it’s because he doesn’t want to drive you home and you settle on the couch, in a corner, not even wanting to wrap yourself up in a blanket. He takes none of it, preaching about how he’s not going to let you crash on the couch, that you can sleep with him in his bed.

As you’re given a change of clothes to sleep in and a toothbrush, you avoid looking right into his face. 

You know better than anyone why he doesn’t want to commit to you, he doesn’t want you to really see him, he’d rather shut himself away from you. You’re not someone he considers an equal, you’ll never even be close to leveling up with him. You know he hates that about you. That you’re weak. That you gave up on being a hero after the war because of everything that happened.

“Bathe and we can sleep” he says and he gives you a towel and a pair of his boxers.

He already had his shower, he already smells like that orange blossom shower gel and bitter almond shampoo that he has, he already smells like clean laundry and you reek of sinful non committal, casual sex.

You enter the shower and the water running is so hot that it could scorch your skin. You like it that way, feeling the water pierce like fire needles through your skin, stripping away everything in its collision with flesh. 

You try not to burst into tears— he’d think it’s bad manners, lecture you for it and you’re not in the mood for any of it. It’s overwhelming  and self distracting to think of him that way— your therapist says that you should make an effort to understand him and you really do, you do understand why he acts like he does but it doesn’t leave you with anything to do about it. 

You just want to go home, in your clothes, in your bed. The feeling in your heart is unbearable.

But your therapist has repeatedly told you not to sweep the problem under the rug; just talk to him. Don’t just sit in the comfort of the scent of his shower gel and his clothes. Confront him. Tell him you love him and that you’ll stick by his side no matter what.

And it all sounds perfect in theory. Really, it does. Except for the part where you can’t even look at him.

When you look at him, even almost ten years later all you can see is his lifeless fucking body laying under Best Jeanists hands.

So Katsuki knows better than anyone why you can’t accept him, why you can’t commit to him and it drives him absolutely insane.

He is always clothed around you, during sex, during coffee dates to catch up; he puts in the most exquisite effort to avoid showing you his scars. 

And when he can’t just hide the one on his face, you respond by not even looking him in the eye. That, as a fact, pains him more than anything. 

Frankly, he doesn’t think he’s strong enough to bear it.

But tonight— tonight he’s gonna do it — he’s gonna tell you that he loves you. And then his own feelings will be your problem.

When he hears the shower stop running, he sits on the edge of his bed, one leg bouncing in anticipation; is tonight the right time? Should he do it? And if not now then when? Can he really just let you slip away, or will his confession make you force yourself to be with someone you can’t even look at.

Why are the two of you even involved at all if you think he is so repulsive?

The bedroom door creaks open before he has time to actually process a sequence of words to tell you— and you step out, your hair damp, clinging to your neck in heavy strands. His shirt swallows you whole, draping over your frame, and his boxers sit awkwardly on your hips, a poor attempt at comfort that neither of you will acknowledge. You still don’t look at him.

Of course, you fucking don’t.

Katsuki clenches his jaw. His leg keeps bouncing—until he forces it still, pressing his palm hard against his knee. He’s getting sick of this. Sick of watching you shrink into yourself, sick of the way you refuse to meet his gaze, sick of the ghosts that sit between you, molding the shape of your relationship into something that barely resembles one.

You tug at the seams of his T-shirt to hide the scars on your neck and the ones on your stomach and torso sit hidden, snuggly, underneath the cloth of it.

He knows what you’re doing because unlike you, he is looking at you.

“…Come here,” he mutters, voice gruff, barely above a whisper.

You hesitate. You fucking hesitate. But he wants to kiss you. He wants to sit you on his lap and kiss your lips, your neck, your chest. He wants to kiss your scars, no matter the fact that they’re spread all over your body.

This is the first and most major difference between the two of you and that’s what pisses him off the most. He accepts parts of you you don’t accept about yourself or him.

But eventually, you move, each step slow, reluctant, as if walking toward him is some great act of suffering. You sit on the bed—on the very edge of it, like you’re prepared to run, not on his lap like he wants.

You play out of the premeditated scenario he’s crafted in his head for this moment.

Katsuki feels something inside him snap.

His fingers twitch, nails digging into his palm, the words crawling up his throat like acid, burning to be let out.

You won’t even look at him.

And yet—you still come back to him, time and time again, you come back.

“Sit on my lap” he says, patting on his thighs with one hand, coaxing yours with his other. “Want you close so we can talk”

You don’t answer. You can’t answer, just follow his lead and hover your legs over his, as you crawl your way onto his lap.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” he asks, his voice quiet, sharp and cutting through the thick silence between you. 

“M not doing anything” you mutter in response.

“That’s the problem”

Yet, he cradles you, the problem, into his arms, big, strong biceps pressing you close to him, holding your head right into his chest. 

His heartbeat is loud— too loud for someone who once died, too real. Technically there’s nothing you should be scared of, he’s here with you, holding you and all you want to do is run away. Something inside you screams at you to run home, that this isn’t real. That he died and wasn’t saved, that you’re imagining all this.

But right underneath his shirt is his scar. And the ones on his forearm are visible now that he’s wearing a T-shirt.

“Should I go ahead and laser remove the scars?” Katsuki asks while the two of snuggle against each other.

“Huh? Why?”

“Cause ya don’t like looking at em, I’ve noticed. So would you look at me then?!”

Your stomach twists at the mention of the words, even if they’re so soft spoken and without thinking, your eyes dart down—just for a second—before flicking away again. Just the thought of it, the way the skin is raised and uneven, makes your throat tighten.

You swallow hard, fingers gripping the edge of his shirt. His fingers trace circles on the skin over the band of your -his- boxers.

“That’s not—” You take a slow breath, trying to steady yourself. “I just…”

“You just think im ugly and you’d rather leave, that’s what you want to say isn’t it?”

“I don’t handle… that kind of stuff well.” You don’t say the word. You don’t want to. Just thinking about it makes your skin crawl. “It makes me feel sick to my stomach. And thinking about how you got them—” Your voice catches, and you look down again “It’s too much.”

Silence.

Then, Katsuki scoffs, but it’s weak. “Figures.”

Your head snaps up. “What?”

“Real fuckin’ great, huh?” He curses “I wanna tell you that I fucking love you and you’re here telling me I make you sick— what the fuck is wrong with me?”

You break free from his bear-like hug, only to stare at him, wide-eyed, heart hammering. You hate seeing him like this—hunched slightly, fists clenched, looking at his reflection in your eyes like it’s something disgusting. Like he’s something disgusting.

He isn’t though, he’s strong, he’s beautiful, he’s anything and everything you can’t lose. Nobody ever tells him, you don’t either, you just act like he’s made of glass and then leave as if he can’t or won’t shutter.

He just told you he loves you.

You love him too. You’re in love with him. 

Does he even want to hear it after the shit you just spurt at him?

You grab at his face like it's instinct and press your nose to his, locking your eyes into his, breath hitched in the back of your throat. You avoid making any noise, scared that you’re going to ruin this by just existing. 

If it’s been so many years and he’s still alive, you shouldn’t patronise his feelings because of your own trauma.

He’s here. He’s alive and he loves you and the pad of your thumb brushes over the scar on his cheek.

Your stomach still churns at the thought of his injury, but you force yourself to step forward, reaching out carefully. “Katsuki.”

Silence. 

It’s just like he wanted. His love for you is your own problem now. He can only beat and scar himself further over the fact that he said ‘I love you’ like a curse. 

Your stomach twists for a completely different reason now. “Katsuki, I love you too.”

Your lips brush against his, softly. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t even stop you. 

He wants to kiss you. Lips, skin, soul. Everything that is yours he wants to put his lips on.

And he does. 

His mind goes blank the moment your lips touch his. It’s like a surge of electricity floods his body, short-circuiting everything logical, everything that was screaming at him to hold back, to keep his mouth shut, to not want this more than he already does.

But he does want this. He always has.

Your lips move against his—hesitant at first, unsure, like you’re still trying to convince yourself this is okay. That he’s okay. And that hesitation guts him. It rips through his chest in ways that no explosion ever could, because it reminds him of the truth:

You love him. 

You’re not afraid to keep your eyes open and he isn’t afraid to keep his eyes open too.

The two of you probably look like lunatics, kissing with your eyes open, but it’s only because you can’t get enough, it’s never enough, even when you kiss just to have sex it’s not enough.

Katsuki wants to melt into you, he wants to disintegrate into one person with you. He feels like his heart will combust— no, he fears that his heart will combust and he’ll leave you scarred forever.

But he’s done that once already.

His fingers tighten their grip on your waist, not enough to hurt, but enough to ground himself. You’re warm. Real. Sitting right here, on his lap, wrapped up in his clothes, wrapped up in him. It’s a fucking miracle.

He kisses you deeper, almost desperately, parting his lips to taste more, feel more, take more. Your hands are still on his face, trembling slightly, but you don’t pull away. Not yet. And he clings to that like a dying man, pouring everything he can’t say into the way he mouths at you, the way his tongue flicks against yours, the way he tilts his head just right to fit against you perfectly.

His heart is pounding—too fast, too loud. He wonders if you can feel it, if you notice just how much he’s shaking. Because Katsuki does not tremble. Never. He does not doubt himself. He does not need.

Except with you.

With you, he’s terrified.

He’s scared you’ll push him away after this, that you’ll realize just how broken he really is, that loving him is more trouble than it’s worth. He’s scared you’ll come to your senses and run.

Because deep inside he’s convinced himself you’ve been keeping your distance because you think he’s ugly. Disgusting. A byproduct of a rotten hero society.

So he kisses you like he can keep you here. Right in his arms. Like he can erase all your doubts, all your hesitations, all your pain. He kisses you like an apology, a plea, a confession—because maybe it is all of those things. 

Maybe it’s all of these things.

And when you don’t stop him,when your hands slide into his hair, pulling him closer, keeping him right here in your arms, he swears he could cry like a newborn.

“I know it’s stupid,” you say, breaking the kiss, only for him to whine against your lips, “but I can’t stop feeling like if I look too long, if I think too hard about it, it’ll happen again. I— I get panic attacks for hours when I remember the way you laid there, lifeless. Katsuki I don’t ever want to see that again. Im scared.” 

You don’t have to pull away to continue, you need him as much as he needs you. And so you speak against his lips. “But that doesn’t mean I hate you. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to look at you. I'm scared that if I look at you for too long you’ll stop being real. I wanna be with you always, I want you to be here so bad. All the time.”

Katsuki is silent, staring at you like he doesn’t know what to say. His fingers twitch again before he finally, finally moves, cupping the back of your neck and tugging you against him, sealing your lips in another kiss.

You let out a shaky breath, squeezing your eyes shut as you press your face into him.

His grip is tight, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away from his lap. “I’m here,” he mutters into you, voice soft. You’re not to be fooled with that patchy ass voice he pulls for everyone else “Ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

“But I still hate this scar,” he continues, whispering “Hate what it reminds me of. But if it means I get to stand here with you, get to hold you” He swallows thickly. “Then I’ll keep it.”

Your heart lurches.

A shaky breath leaves your lips, and without thinking, you reach up, gripping his face between your hands again. His skin is warm, slightly rough, chapped by the sudden change of weather, but real.

You don’t look at the scar this time. You don’t have to. Instead, you look at him as a whole; his furrowed brows, his slightly downturned lips, his tired, burning eyes, his blond lashes that you used to make fun of in high school.

It all makes sense now.

His breath stutters. His hands slide down to your waist, gripping you tightly, and before you can say anything else, he crashes his lips onto yours again.

It’s desperate. A little too messy. Like he’s trying to pour every ounce of regret and relief and love into it all at once. You gasp softly against his mouth, your hands tightening around him, and he groans low in his throat, pulling you impossibly closer.

He kisses you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. And you kiss him back just as fiercely, because you need to remind yourself that he is real. He’s not going anywhere but here.

Katsuki’s breath is heavy against your skin, his forehead still pressed to yours, his fingers still gripping you tight. But something shifts. It’s something sharp, electric, crackling in the space between you.

He’s teetering on the edge of restraint.

Your own breath shudders as he exhales, hot and uneven. You’re still pressed against his chest, against the scar that used to make your stomach twist, but right now, all you can feel is him.

And then, he moves.

In a blur of motion, Katsuki grabs your thighs and yanks you, throwing you and himself into the bed before you can even process it. You gasp, hands flying up to steady yourself against his shoulders, but he doesn’t give you a second to think.

His mouth crashes against yours, hot and desperate, nothing like before. The trembling kisses from earlier can’t even compare to this one. This one is feral.

Like he’s been waiting for this moment to break and go berserk.

A muffled sound escapes you as his hands roam, gripping, squeezing, pulling you closer like there’s still too much distance between you. His fingers dig into your thighs, sliding up under your shirt, palms rough and searing against your skin.

You barely have time to process before he’s tilting his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue swiping against yours in a way that makes your stomach twist and turn.

He groans, low and hungry, and the sound sends a sharp, molten heat straight through you. Katsuki has always been intense, but this—this is something else.

This is unrestrained.

This is him. Losing control. And you’re the cause.

His hands move again, gripping the hem of your shirt and tugging it upward, fingers brushing over your ribs. His lips break from yours just long enough to drag hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone—teeth scraping, tongue soothing, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, breathless, gasping, barely able to keep up with the way he’s touching you like a starved man.

He doesn’t just kiss you any more. He’s devouring you whole.

His breathing is ragged, his pupils blown wide, his lips red and swollen. His hands are still on you, still gripping you tight, but he doesn’t move or push any further. He just looks at you, like he could burn you, melt you into goo with his gaze.

And then he pleads, “Say it again?”

Tell me you want me. Tell me you love me and it’ll all stop being an amalgamation of emotions.

The unspoken words hang between you and all you can do is lay there, on your side, and watch him watch you like you’re a rough diamond in the making.

You don’t deny him of anything. You speak the words as if your life depends on them.

“I'm in love with you”

He tightens his arms around you, pressing you so close that it’s almost suffocating but he can’t help it. He needs you like this, needs to feel the warmth of your body, the steady rise and fall of your chest, the proof that you’re being for real as it’s written on your palpitating heart. That this isn’t some cruel dream that’ll slip between his fingers the second he wakes up.

His lips ghost over yours again, desperate, frantic. His breath is ragged, shaky, and his hands roam—your back, your sides, the dip of your waist—like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you, burn the shape of you into his palms.

“Say it again,” he hears himself crack as he speaks, and he hates how wrecked his voice sounds, how utterly pathetic he must seem right now. But he doesn’t care. He needs to hear it.

You hesitate, and that hesitation guts him. But then your fingers tighten in his hair, your lips brush against his cheek, over the scar he thought you couldn’t bear to look at.

You do something he never, not in a million years, could even allow himself to imagine. You kiss his scar.

And right now he doesn’t even think he can see anymore.

“I love you.”

He lets out a shaky breath, forehead dropping to your shoulder. His heart is a fucking mess, erratic, wild. His grip on you tightens, like if he just holds on hard enough, he can keep you here forever.

Katsuki has never begged for anything in his life, but if you tried to leave now, he thinks he would. He knows he would. On his knees, sprawled all over the floor if he had to.

“Again” he exhales, sharply through his nose “I swear,” he breathes, voice rough and full of desperation “I’ll die if you don’t”

Your breath catches, and he feels it, the way you go still in his arms.

“Don’t say that,” you whisper, voice barely audible.

He presses his lips to your temple, your cheek, your jaw. It’s feverish, aching, his heart is going to give up, caught between his greediness and insecurity. “I don’t wanna live in a world where you don’t love me back, so just say it”

It’s pathetic. Weak. Not the kind of thing he would ever say out loud. 

“I love you I love you I love you”

The moment the words leave your lips, the second you tell him you love him again, something in him absolutely breaks. He grabs your face with both hands, fingers digging into your cheeks, thumbs tracing over the curves of your jaw like he’s holding something fragile. Something irreplaceable.

Then he ruins you.

His lips crash into yours again, rough, needy, swallowing every breath, every little sound you make. But it isn’t enough. It’s never going to be enough.

He kisses your lips, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your jaw. He presses frantic, open-mouthed kisses down your face like he’s starving—like he’s been denied of you for too long and now he’ll die if he doesn’t get to taste all of you.

“Love you,” he mutters between kisses, like the words are spilling out of him against his will. His lips drag over your nose, down your chin, along the curve of your cheekbone. “Love you, fuck—love you so much—”

He’s shaking. He can feel it in his hands, in the way his breath stutters against your skin. His lips find your temple, pressing there like a prayer, like if he kisses hard enough, you’ll understand—really understand—just how much he needs you.

He can’t stop.

He kisses the embers of the scar on your neck, then your forehead, then both of your eyelids like he’s blessing you. Then again, your cheekbones, your jaw, the corner of your mouth again—over and over, like he’s worshiping every single inch of you.

His hands are everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding up your back, tangling in your hair, holding you onto him for dear life.

When he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide, his breath ragged. “Tell me you’re mine,” he rasps, voice thick with something desperate, something wrecked. “We’re together after this, right? No more fucking sex on the low and then I don’t get to see you for god knows how long”

"Say you're stayin’," he mutters, voice raw. His fingers slip under the hem of his own shirt you’re wearing, pressing against your bare waist. His lips move to your ear, voice nothing more than a plea. "Tell me you’re not leavin’ me, baby."

Your heart clenches at the way his voice wavers, the way he sounds like he's afraid—like the very idea of you leaving is enough to unravel him completely.

“I’m staying,” you breathe, and before you can even finish saying it, his lips crash into yours again, cutting off whatever air was left in your lungs.

His eyes rake over you, wild and dark and fiery red and shaky, lips swollen and shiny from kissing you too hard. His hands are shaking as they run down your sides, like he’s never touched you before. 

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you, as if he’s finally letting himself believe it. His hands slide under your shirt, palms pressing flat against your stomach, up your ribs, his thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts. He swallows hard. “Mine.”

His kiss is messy, desperate, like he’s trying to fuse himself to you. Like he wants to crawl inside your skin and live there. And maybe he does. Maybe that’s the only way he’ll ever feel close enough to you.

“Katsuki” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his lips, slow and sweet.

“Fuck,” he rasps against your skin, voice wrecked, breath hot. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

Your head is spinning, body burning beneath his touch, every nerve alight. “Then take it,” you whisper, nails digging into his shoulders.

His breath stutters and he hisses.

A growl rumbles in his chest as he flips you, pressing you into the mattress before climbing over you, caging you in with his body. His hands are everywhere—gripping your thighs, sliding up your waist, pinning you in place like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

He dips down, biting at your collarbone, at the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, dragging his teeth over your pulse before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. A reminder. A claim. One he wasn’t allowed to make until seconds earlier.

You’re his to have.

You gasp, arching into him, and he groans at the way you react, at the way you’re coming undone beneath him.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters against your skin, lips trailing lower. “All mine.”

His words send a sharp, electric jolt through you, heat pooling low in your stomach.

Your hands roam his body in return, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, feeling the way he shudders beneath your touch. When your fingers ghost over the scar on his chest, he stiffens for just a moment—then exhales shakily, like he’s letting you in.

He wants you to touch it. To feel that he’s here. That he’s alive. This is a reminder too.

You press your palm flat against it, right over his heart, and his breath shudders. His gaze snaps up to yours, pupils blown, expression dark and desperate.

Katsuki is fire—hot and consuming, searing through every inch of you, making it impossible to think of anything but him. And he’s explosion too, nuclear and annihilating, swiping away every ember of fear you could feel at this moment.

And right now, you’re ready to burn and get blown into teeny tiny pieces.

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[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 — 𝐂.𝐒.

Synopsis: Chris can't fuck you in his balloon-filled room, but he needs you so bad.

Warnings: Smut, BIG DICK CHRIS, raw p n v, sucking fingers, GETTING CAUGHT, creampie, BULGE KINK.

With love and big tits, Rose

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Loud squelches echo through the living room. Chris is between your legs, pounding into you as you lay on the couch. 

“Fuck—shut up, baby. Bein’ too damn loud,” he husks, the grip he has on your legs getting tighter. 

The position you're in is unbearably good. Every inch of his length is buried inside your dripping heat, your stomach bulging while he continues to drill himself into you. 

“-’m sorry, I—,” the words are muffled as he places a hand over your mouth. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel his tip graze that spot—the spot that made it impossible to do anything but scream in pleasure. 

Chris huffs, the feeling of your warm, wet walls clenching around him making it harder to contain himself. He wants to pound you even harder, he needs nothing but to see you absolutely destroyed under his touch—but he knows he can’t. 

Not when you’re in the living room—Matt and Nick only a short couple steps away from seeing such a lewd scene. 

“Shit!” Chris hisses, biting on his lip as he tries to muffle his own noises. But it’s so hard. This is absolute bliss, everything he needed and more. 

It’s not his fault his brother decided to pull some fuck ass prank, filling his room with balloons and not even offering to help clean it up. He couldn’t hold himself back when you came over in that one skirt—the skirt that drove him beyond insane. 

The second you had bent over, giving him just the smallest glimpse—there was no holding back. He needed you right then, dragging you up to the living room and distracting you from the worry of being in plain sight. 

“Chris! Chris!” 

Your screams are still muffled by his hand. You feel his fingers dip into your mouth, immediately sucking on the digits while his hips plunge deep—making everything go a hot flash of white as you feel yourself toppling closer and closer towards the edge. 

“C’mon,” he husks, sucking on your neck as some sort of method to keep himself from groaning loudly. You just feel so fucking good. “-give it to me—wanna feel you cum all over my big dick, sweetheart,” 

He lets out a pitiful noise, every muscle straining as he feels your wetness convulse around him. “Oh fuck—you’re-you’re gonna make me cum, I—”

Your chest is arched into his. The high is excruciatingly long, the feeling of his grip getting tighter as he starts to ruthlessly shovel his entire length in you over and over again. His desperation is clouding his senses, forgetting that you’re hidden in plain sight. 

He just doesn’t care. Not when you feel like heaven wrapped around him, not when you’re shaking beneath him. And definitely not when you’re begging for his cum, wanting to be filled to the absolute brim. 

“-want it, Chris. Inside…I—please,” you rasp. 

His head drops into the crook of your neck, the rhythm of his hips stutter as he lets himself finish deep inside of you, making sure to give you everything. 

“Fuckkkkkkkk, all filled up now, huh? Is that better, baby?” he purrs, removing his hand from your mouth and petting the side of your fucked-out face. And holy shit—it’s the perfect sight. You’re so… messy. And it’s all for him. It’s not his fault he’s obsessed. He just couldn’t wait when he saw you in that damn skirt. 

“What the fuck?!” 

Your eyes go wide as you see Matt in the corridor of the hall. 

Instincts take over, you panic while trying to catch your breath. 

“I’m sorry, oh my god!” you shout, sighing as you hear his bedroom door slam shut. 

As you squint your eyes shut with shame painted on your face, Chris slowly starts to pump himself inside you again. 

“Chris, what’re you—”

“Already got caught,” he mentions, his hand grazing down and tweaking your sensitive nipple. “No point in stopping now. I had to wait all damn day for you and I—”

You shriek as he moves his hips sharply, your skin pulsing as you feel his lips brush against your ear,

“-and I’m greedy—so fuckin’ greedy for you.”

[elstattoo]

MEN DNI, MINORS DNI

“𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑰𝒕 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅”

WC: 780

Content: 18+, dom! ellie, sub/switch! reader, face fucking, strap usage, masturbation, degradation, use of the word slut

Author’s Note: Another drabble…. Ellie Williams I want you. So bad.

“Yeah, use that pretty mouth of yours,” Ellie groaned, hand tightly fisting your hair. Her grip never loosened on the strands, if anything it got tighter.

You stared at her from in between her legs, cheeks pink from the obscenity of the situation, your tongue lolling out to smother the plastic dildo in your saliva. Ellie watched as you did this, her stomach rippling with desire, her pussy tightening around the strapless strap-on buried within her, doing very little to prevent the wetness spilling out, messily down her legs.

The wetness was from not only your spit, but the precum leaking from her hole. You bit back every desire to just suck her puffy, glistening clit hidden behind the strap. You preferred her pussy over this any day, but Ellie practically had been begging you to do this for months… And you finally gave in.

Since she wanted to see this so bad, you’d give her a show. One hell of a show. You opened your mouth, taking little by little into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Your eyes never left Ellie’s, she bit her bottom lip almost enough to draw blood. Her fingers tightened slightly in your hair, you moaned around the silicone.

The vibrations sent a chill up Ellie’s spine, she squinted her eyes shut. Both her hands falling from your hair to your cheeks, you paused upon the contact, lips still wrapped around the toy. Your own hand was gripping one of her legs for stability, the other shoved down into your panties playing with yourself.

Ellie felt herself dampen even more at that, she sighed contently before speaking. “Can I fuck this mouth, baby? What do you think?”

You hummed in agreement, mouth still stuffed, your knees pressing into the pillow previously placed — for this exact reason. Ellie shook her head, pulling your lips off it for a second. “No, I need words. Gotta hear you say it for me, ‘kay?”

Your lips were wet from your own spit, you sat there momentarily thinking over the idea, which spiked something within you. “Yes, I want you to fuck my mouth. Do whatever you want, Ellie. Use me.”

Ellie felt your hand tighten on her leg, nails digging into the flesh, enough to leave indents. She hissed, the pain easing quickly into her already built up desire for you. “You’re so good for me, baby. Always put that mouth to good use, huh?”

You licked your lips, then opened your mouth for the toy — signaling to her you were ready. Ellie quickly moved your head closer to the strap, your lips enveloped what length you could, before Ellie pulled it back out and roughly back in.

As she continued to fuck your mouth, gagging sounds could be heard from you, muffled over the strap. You continued playing with yourself, fingers quickly rubbing against your clit, desperate for friction.

Your jaw ached, but nonetheless you felt soaked from how hot it felt to be used like this — like a toy. Ellie gripped your cheeks tighter, moving her hips to fuck your mouth. She internally was rejoicing, finally fulfilling her fantasy, finding it way better than her imagination. The gagging sounds she pulled from your lips was music to her ears, and so were your muffled moans at the hilt of her strap.

The same strap that was pushed into her from the other end, filling her weeping hole — begging to be filled by your fingers or tongue. Ellie wished she could feel your lips, body twitching at the very thought. But she couldn’t help but savor this, not knowing if you’d do this again anytime soon.

Ellie smirked, finding your noises pleasing. “Yeah, you fucking suck my dick so good… I love this fucking mouth of yours. Such a slut with how you’re still playing with yourself.”

Your fingers sped up hearing those words slip off her tongue, fingers never stilling their movement. You moaned against the strap, loving how it felt and how her words made you feel. Your pussy gushed, your own wet pussy growing wetter.

Spit was gathered down your chin, even somehow on your cheeks. Ellie rocked the strap in and out of your mouth a few more times, then pulled it fully off your lips with a pop. She looked down at you on your knees, face messy with saliva, and chest rising and falling as you caught your breath. Breathing through your nose only did so much, and Ellie just ate up the sight of you.

Her right hand softly reached to cup your cheek, thumb running along the surface of your skin. “God, you look good like this.”

[mattscoquette]

reader going through perv!matt’s journal

“i’ll be back in a sec, i just need to run downstairs and help chris with something really quick.”

that’s what matt told you over ten minutes ago, and he’s still gone. you were over at the triplets place hanging out with nick, when matt insisted he show you both his new pc set up. it only took nick five minutes to be over it, but you felt bad when you saw matt’s defeatist expression after nick went back to his room. you decided to stay, but soon after matt abandoned you to go do something with chris.

you could’ve gone back upstairs with nick, but you let your curiosity get the best of you, and somehow you were going through matt’s bedside drawers, seeing what he had in there.

you knew matt had a thing for you, he made it very, very clear. although those feelings weren’t really reciprocated, it was fun to tease him. like, really fun.

before you could stop yourself, the leather binding of matt’s journal was in your hands, itching to be opened and read. you thumbed through the pages, reading matt’s chicken scratch handwriting while he wrote about whatever. you didn’t want to be too invasive, but his journal piqued your interest a lot. you wondered if he ever wrote about you, or if he only kept those thoughts in his head.

your eyes skimmed up and down the pages, nothing really standing out to you until you saw your name.

today y/n came over to see nick. she had on this rly short skirt, i think they were going out to a bar or something later. i don’t really care. i overhear her talking to nick about the guys she gets with. i could be so much better than them. i would make her feel so good, where she’d be begging me for more. god her moans are probably so fucking pretty.

your cheeks got hot as they blushed a deep red, fingers flipping to the next entry.

it’s been a few days since i saw y/n, i miss her so much. i’ve probably touched myself to her more times than i can count in the last day or two. i don’t know what it is with her, but she just gets me so worked up. she doesn’t even have to do anything and i’ll literally get hard from her. a couple weeks ago we were at her place and i heard her in the shower. it turned me on so much i couldn’t handle it. i want her so bad.

there’s gotta be something seriously deranged about me. every time that y/n sleeps over here, i always sneak up to nicks room and take a pair of her panties. she has to have noticed by now. i can’t help it though. i use them to get myself off. sometimes she has really pretty lace ones, other ones are really really skimpy. i don’t care though. i wonder what they’d look like on her. she’d probably think im a fucking creep if she ever really found out. i wonder what she’d do.

at this point, your stomach was doing somersaults, and your thighs were pressed together, trying to relieve the ache that had grown in your cunt. maybe it was weird what he was doing, but the level of obsession was turning you on. bad.

you were quick to find a pen somewhere in the bedside drawer, popping the cap off and scribbling underneath the entry in your loopy handwriting.

you naughty boy. you didn’t learn that stealing was wrong? i would probably punish you and not let you cum. i would tease you, get you all wound up and make you hold it. id use my pretty pink panties around your cock to get you off and let you cum in them after edging you for so long. maybe i’ll use my hands too, or my mouth if you’re really good for me.

you grinned to yourself as you shut the journal, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth before returning the notebook to its rightful place, exactly how you found it.

you knew that matt wouldn’t do anything about it, either. he would see the note, and probably get off to it a million times, but never actually reach out to you. until then, he’d just have to learn how to keep pleasuring himself alone.

© mattscoquette | taglist

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ inspired by this fic from my girl @st7rnioioss ♡︎♡︎ perv!matt is soooo back i miss that freak

[graciedollie]

Sevika or Grayson x fem reader who dolls up on the daily basis and feels insecure about their bare face

Bare Beauty

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

You and Sevika been talking for a good while now—maybe a couple weeks or so—and she’s never seen you without your makeup off. Whenever she saw you, always dolled up with beautifully done makeup. Each and every time. It was a late night for you, chilling at home while watching some series that you’ve been binge watching for the last week and snacking on some of your favorite snacks.

While being in the comfort of your own place, you didn’t wear any makeup and just let yourself be. Mind you, you wanted to show Sevika the real you, but you weren’t just quite ready for that, so you just simply always dolled your face up when you two would go on dates and when you’re at home, that would come off—unless you would randomly do your makeup to take some photos to her whenever you both missed each other. Other than that, it was always makeup around her.

You say there in your couch with a blanket draped over you snuggly, face free from foundation, lipstick/lipgloss, mascara/false lashes, and highlighter. Your face had some blemishes since you’re human—you’re gonna have them regardless—and had little pimple patches across your cheek, forehead, and chin since your skin did NOT wanna cooperate. There were times you felt insecure about your bare face since you were used to the makeup, but even still, you couldn’t help it. Ignoring that gnawing gut in your stomach, you went back to watching your show until there was a knock on the door—thinking it was your doordash deliverer.

Happily getting up, you dashed over to the door, excited to be greeted with savory smell of your food—only to be met with Sevika looking at you, holding your doordash order in her hand. You nearly felt like crawling into a corner and dying. Your eyes widened as you took in her silver eyes peering into yours while also taking in your face, seeing that it was a rare sight to see you out of makeup. “Sevika…I didn’t know you were coming over today…”

“I know, but I decided to come anyway—by the way, your food was left on your doorstep.” She murmured lowly, nonchalantly at that as if you were just bare face right in front of her. She raised a brow at your bewildered expression, “what???” You shook your head out of your daze, crossing your arms as you just shrugged. “Nothing, I—don’t you see me without any makeup? I look hideous, Sev.”

She stared at you as if you were dumb before scoffing, sliding past you through the door and setting the bag of food on the coffee table before turning to you as you shut the door. “You don’t look ridiculous, love. I was wondering when I was gonna see ‘you’ out of all that stuff you were nearly wear 99% of the time we go somewhere.” You rolled your eyes at her snarky comment, earning a cocky smirk from her as she settled on the couch while pulling you close to her.

“Oh fuck off…i’m serious though, Sev. I literally have pimples big as tits on my face—i can barely cover them with my patches!”

“So? You don’t even look like shit without your makeup, love—I can assure you that you look absolutely perfect in my eyes…” Her arm wrapped around you waist as she flashed you a warm smile, seeing a peek of her tooth gap. She placed a warm kiss to your forehead before chuckling lowly, “yeah, maybe the patches aren’t doin you any justice, baby…”

“Sevika!”

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

It was a peaceful night as you were winding down from the little outing you had earlier during the day. It was nice, of course, but you missed your wife dearly and would send her photos of you—all of which you had your face dolled with your usual makeup. Now, Grayson seen you a little of times with your makeup off, but not fully since you would try to do light makeup still. That was cut short when you started to notice pimple decorate your face—yeah, no more of that.

The house felt empty without Grayson since she was working late doing her respective duties as usual and you understood that, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t miss her. She’s your wife, so why would you not? You sat at your vanity while wiping off the leftover makeup, leaving you in a bare-pale-pimple covered face. You didn’t really like being bare faced, especially whenever you would be around Grayson.

Yeah, of course she always made sure to assure you that you were beautiful as the moon is in the sky countless of times, but you couldn’t grasp that. You slumped back in the chair as you sighed, leaning on your forehead before your ears picked up the sound of the door creaking open and heavy footsteps following to where you were. There she was, standing in all her glory, Grayson looked at you with a warm gaze, taking in the small frown etched on your lips.

“There’s my gorgeous wife…”

You couldn’t help but dry laugh at her, knowing she was just tryna boost your mood and also meant it as well. “Mhm, i’m everything but that right now, baby..” She rolled her eyes briefly as she stalked over to you, rubbing your shoulders as she placed a kiss to your cheek before finding her way to your lips—earning a hum of approval.

“Don’t be so down, love. You’re still precious in my eyes—makeup or not. Yes, you look gorgeous with your lovely makeup, but I also adore you without it. Wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because that’s who I really fell in love with on that faithful day when you were rushing out and bumped into me, panicking that you were running late and didn’t even have any makeup on..”

god this woman was your everything.

You turned to her with a small pout of adoration and thoughtfulness at her words, taking you back to the memory you first met. “Baby, you remembered..”

“How could I not remember the time I fell in love with my world?”

hope you enjoyed bbys!! (sorry if this lowkey cringey or corny and short!!☹️)

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[mysterymachine67]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x M!reader

Summary: Dean gets a phone call during sex and to your surprise, answers it. So now, he has to try and not make it obvious that someone’s dick is up his ass.

NSFW. Minors DNI.

To the anon that requested the Steve Rodgers & M!reader, it is almost done but still needs to be proofread.

“Son of a—!” Dean grunted, cutting himself off as your hips snapped against his. Your cock constantly hit his prostate with every thrust and shove of your hips. Both of you have been waiting for this; to caught up in a hunt to have some time to yourselves. It wasn’t an easier one either. Well, none of them really are easy, but this hunt was difficult. The moment you thought you had something, you didn’t. Constantly getting set back to square one, and once you got the hands on the thing it was surprisingly easy to take down. Either way it was a win.

So of course, you both took this time and used it wisely.

Your grip on Dean’s hips tightened, moving him closer to you. In which that brought him back onto your cock just as you went to thrust again. He huffed and panted, chest rising and falling rapidly with a sheen of sweat. His legs tightened around you while a hand hurried to grip the pillow behind his head. Grounding himself. “Do you feel good, baby?” You asked, voice low and calm.

“God—yes!” He replied, clenching around your cock. You rubbed at the inside of his thigh for little comfort.

Just as you went to speak again Dean’s phone started to ring. You slowed your thrusts but didn’t fully stop. “Think you should answer that,” You teased, watching as he rolled his eyes. You tried to make out what the words glowed on the device. It read ‘Bobby’. “It’s Bobby.” You chirped and put a stop to your movements. And with an annoyed huff, Dean raised himself to his elbows, grabbed his phone, and rolled his eyes once more before answering.

“Yeah?” He questioned. You heard the faint sound of Bobby’s voice on the phone, and he didn’t sound too happy. “No, Bobby, you don’t—“ When Dean got cut off he locked eyes with you as if you were the one that did it. Unfortunately you had to stifle your laugh.

An idea struck your mind, and with the type of person you are, you’re gonna do it. So, you slowly aligned the tip of your cock against his loose hole. It strikes his attention when he felt it—instantly going to say something but remembering he was on the phone. So, he looked at you as if you’d gone crazy. But once you were fully in and started your pace again he had to swallow the comment that rose in his throat. Your hands went back to his hips, adjusting your grip before pulling him back closer to you again. With that action it caused your cock to drive deeper into him. In which Dean clenched his jaw so damn hard you’re sure it hurt.

Wanting to provide him some comfort, you put one of his legs on your shoulder. Your hand held his thigh and soon started to rub small circles with your fingers.

“The bottle should be in the—hah!—cabinet in the bathroom.” Dean stammered while responding to Bobby. His face twisting into a look of pleasure before biting his lip and rethinking his life choices. Meanwhile, you were still enjoying yourself. You planted a kiss on his leg and let your hand slide down his thigh. Bobby started speaking again, you could hear the faint of his voice. “Yes, I’m fine, Bobby. Can you focus on looking, please?” Dean grunted, shooting you a look. He was pissed.

To help calm him down a bit, your other hand reached for his cock. It was an angry shade of red and leaked like a faucet. When you started to pump, you could hear him gasp and saw as he shut his eyes. With every thrust of your hips, and stroke of your hand, it drew Dean closer and closer to the edge. Even you too. With how perfectly he hugged your cock and the way he looked.

The two continued to talk on the phone. Dean was struggling to keep back all the noises that wanted to pour from his mouth. It fucking sucked. He wanted to let you hear him, hear how good you’re making him feel. ‘N he wanted to hear your words of praise while your hands roamed his body. But he had to wait, unfortunately.

Eventually, when you gave one more hard thrust into him he came. Biting his lip so damn hard it bled. But the thing was he couldn’t do it anymore. No matter how hard (no pun intended) he tried to keep in the noises that dared to be let out, it didn’t help when you kept going. Kept going till you came inside of him with a quiet groan, and soon stopped from the overstimulation that started to rise in the both of you. Dean had let out a moan. Best believe it caught Bobby off guard— stopping mid sentence. Before he could even ask any questions Dean quickly said he had to go, then hung up. Tossing the phone somewhere on the bed.

Now all that sounded the room was heavy breathing and the creak of the bed once you shifted. “Well,” You started.

“Don’t—don’t you say a fucking word,” Dean huffed. Though he sounded irritated, you knew he wasn’t. You knew he enjoyed it, all of it. So you leaned down, breath fanning over his ear. You heard him gulp.

“You did so good, baby. Kept yourself quiet as long as you could.” You cooed. A hand running up and down his chest. Then you turned your head and you both made eye contact. And oh, his pretty face was in the expression of a scowl. “‘M sorry, pretty. It won’t happen again.” You whispered against his lips. Fighting a smile. Before he could respond you gave him a nice, gentle kiss. Then pulled away to look at him. Finally, after a few seconds, Dean opened his mouth.

“Asshole.”

[gracie-eilish]

Peachy (pt 3)🧡✨🍑

an: THE LONGGGGGGGGG AWAITED PART THREEEEEEE

apologies for the delay y’all. i’m still maneuvering writing smut and i know y’all really like this series so i didn’t want it to be like super bad🤦‍♀️😵‍💫

warning: smut, fingering/oral r!receiving

Billie stood in the doorway to the living room, pretending to continue watching the movie, practically bouncing with energy. She was chewing on her nail while her ankle bounced in anticipation. You on the other hand, were furiously talking to your sibling in the other on the phone.

“Dude, just tell Mom to bring her phone to the fucking store and have them fix it. I have no idea why you’re calling me over such a small issue!” You huffed out, making Billie stifle a laugh.

Your head was in your hands, sitting at Billie’s kitchen table, trying not to scream into the phone as your friends all calmly continued their movie night in the room next door. Forget about the fact that this phone call was so not important like you had hoped it would be, the throbbing between your thighs only had intensified since you left the couch.

As your sibling rambled, you couldn’t help but let you mind wander to just a few minutes ago…

Billie’s soft hands splayed out on your thighs, her minty breath on your neck and her hot whispers in your ear, and her soft fingers playing with your clit so delicately-

“Hello????? Are you still there?” Shit.

“Yes hi sorry, connections glitchy. You know what I’m a little busy right now so please, just take Mom’s phone to the store and have the professionals figure it out and we’ll take it from there! Okay, Okay. Please don’t call me again tonight, I’m busy. Bye!!!” You set your phone down with a huff and sat your face in your hands.

As you started to gather yourself to rejoin the group, you started to hear the rumblings and padding around of everyone starting to head out for the night. Thank God, you thought.

You made your way back to the living room, hearing Billie say goodbye to the last of your friends before shutting the door. Her footsteps made their way back down the hall to where you stood, now shy, in the doorway.

“Hi Peach,” Billie said, finally letting out a laugh. You joined in giggling with her.

“What the fuck was that all about?” She giggled, signaling for you to sit on the couch.

“Fuckin christ. Some virus or something on my mom’s phone?? And apparently I’m a tech wiz so I was the one they called. I have zero fucking clue why,” You sighed out with a small smile, frustrated but laughing at the situation.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to.. you know,” Billie said with a smirk and you swear you saw a twinge of a blush on her cheeks.

“I still can you know.. I’ve got nowhere to be if that’s okay with you…” You flirted back, your tone now soft and sultry.

“Yeah, Peachy?” She smirked.

“Yeah baby.” Billie blushed at the nickname, you were always the soft, shy one so this was a new side to you she hadn’t seen before.

Before she could say another word you had already leaned in crashing your lips to hers, hands in her hair and her hands on your waist, pulling each other in as close as can be.

Billie grabbed your hand and lead you out of the living room up to her bedroom, the two of you giggling along the way.

As she shut the door behind her, your hands found Billie's waist, pulling her closer. You stood on your toes and pressed your lips against hers, initiating a kiss that was both tender and passionate. Your mouths moved in perfect harmony, tongues dancing and exploring, tasting each other's desire.

“Mmm Bils..” you moaned in between kisses.

“I know Peachy, I know..” she reassured.

As the kiss deepened, Billie's hands roamed over your body, mapping every curve and contour. She slid her hands under your shirt, her fingers brushing against the soft skin of your lower back. You moaned into the kiss, your body arching into Billie's touch.

She backed you up until your knees hit the mattress, softly pushing you back till you fell with a soft thud. You pushed yourself back until your head lay on her pillows, as Billie crawled up to hover over you. Her long dark hair creating a curtain around your faces, as she stared deep into your eyes, her own turning into a deep dark lust filled blue.

“You sure mama?” Billie pulled back to see your full face. Not two hours ago she was fingering you under the blanket on her couch and now she was being sweet. The thought made you giggle before responding a meek ‘yes’, barely able to make words.

With slow, deliberate movements, Billie began to pull off your shirt, revealing your pale orange colored lace bra and the swell of your breasts. Billie chuckled softly at the color choice, briefly looking up at you through her lashes, you just smirked back down at her; you knew what you were doing.

“You’re trouble aren’t ya peach,” she quipped, moving her way back up to your neck. You just giggled before letting out a blissful sigh when her lips came in contact with your neck. She kissed a path down your neck, her lips leaving a trail of fire, and pink and purple marks. Your hands tangled in her hair, guiding her, encouraging her to take what she wanted. Her skilled fingers found their way to your back, unclipping your bra and pulling it off, revealing your perfect tits to her.

“So pretty,” She whispered mainly to herself, but she knew you heard it when your face flushed a deep pink.

Your hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer, urging her to feel the intensity of your desire. Her fingers found the waistband of your shorts, deftly untying them and sliding them and your panties down your slender legs. She followed suit, taking off her own top revealing her dark colored lace bra, her perfect tits practically spilling out of it. Followed by her sweats, revealing her matching thong… and those yummy tattoos. She had you drooling and you didn’t even know it.

“You like what you see mama?” She whispered, making your eyes shoot back up to her own, nodding softly, unable to form words. She smirked taking off her bra and thong, and then knelt before you, gazing up at you with desire-filled eyes.

“I need to taste you peachy, is that okay mama?” You flushed at the nickname, nodding softly before leaning down to kiss her softly.

She pulled away and leaned back on her heels gently spreading your legs, revealing your wetness, a testament to your arousal.

“So pretty f’me Peach. You know that? Prettiest peach, all f’me,” She rambled into your thighs, pressing kisses everywhere except where you needed her.

Finally her fingers delved into your moist folds, stroking and teasing your clit. Your breath quickened as Billie's skilled fingers brought you to the brink of ecstasy. "Oh, fuck Billie," you gasped, your body trembling.

“Ah ah ah, not yet sweet girl. Want this to last,” She whispered, leaning up to press a wet kiss to your tummy.

Billie's mouth replaced her fingers, her tongue flicking and licking, driving you wild with pleasure. She sucked on your sweet bud, her fingers continuing to stroke and tease, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Billie I- fuck. Billie, please!” You didn’t know what you were asking for, you just knew you needed it.

“Please what angel? What do you want, hmm? Tell me.” You gasped out, letting your head fall back as she whispered into your pussy.

“I’m so close, please- I want more!” You cried out. tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you got so close to your release for the second time tonight.

“Peachy wants more, Peachy gets more,” She smirked into your thighs before diving back in.

“I swear to god you even taste like a peach. How the fuck did you do that??” She questioned, chuckling a bit, gaining a breathy giggle out of you too.

You giggle was cut short when she slipped two fingers back into you and finally hit that sweet spot making you see stars.

“Holy fuck Billie!” you cried out, watching her. She never broke eye contact, watching you as her eyes darkened with every thrust. She had been waiting for this for so long… way before that party at your place…

Your body tensed, and with a cry of release, you came, your sweet juices flowing onto Billie's waiting tongue.

She savored the taste of you, your orgasm lingering on her lips. She continued to moan and lap at your sensitive folds, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. Your body trembled, your hands gripping the sheets before grabbing Billie’s hand off your hip and intertwining your fingers as you rode the waves of your climax.

As your breathing slowed, Billie gently kissed your inner thighs, leaving a trail of tender kisses up to your face, making you giggle. She sat up to flop down next to you in bed pulling you into a tight embrace, your naked bodies pressing together.

“You okay sweet girl?” Billie whispered, running a hand over your back softly.

“Yeah I’m okay,” You replied sleepily, nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck, making Billie’s heart burst.

“Hey Billie?” You mumbled.

“Yeah Peach?”

“I kinda have a crush on you,” Billie cackled at your statement, your own giggles mixing in with hers.

“What?! I do!!” You whined teasingly.

“Yeah Peachy, I know you do,” She replied laughing. “Can I tell you a secret too?”

You nodded biting your lip, holding back another sweet giggle.

“I have a crush on you too,” She replied in her little voice. You gasped dramatically, putting your hand on your chest, clutching your invisible pearls as Billie leaned over to pepper kisses all over your cheeks.

As your giggles subsided, the two of you snuggled up closer to one another. Billie grabbed the edge of the blanket and brought it up over your shoulders making sure you were warm enough.

“You sleepy, baby?” She whispered, only met with a small nod and sleepy whimper from you as you wrapped yourself around her more.

“Wait.. m’not that sleepy. Wanna help you too,” you slurred out, trying to blink enough to wake up your eyes. Billie bit back a giggle before pulling your body back down to hers. You would have your time to pleasure Billie. For now, having you in her arms was enough.

“Goodnight Peach,” She whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head. You had already drifted off, your body relaxing fully into hers, limp in her arms.

As Billie drifted off and the smell of your peachy perfume filled her senses, she knew that this was heaven.

🧡✨🍑💋

[inkdrinkerworld]

How about dealer Remus with reader who's stressing over finals?? I missed my classes two weeks before finals (so the week before the week before finals) and I feel like I've fallen super behind suddenly after trying so hard not to this year :(

You look at your textbook and suddenly your chest clinches and you feel your brain thump.

You’re not sure how this has happened but you don’t know a thing about anything that’s written in the book and you can feel the tears building.

How could you let this happen? Your exams are in a few weeks, no next week and you don’t know a core chunk of the material that was going to be on them.

You can feel the spiral happening and so can Remus as he comes from the kitchen with supper.

“Shut the books dove, let’s have supper together.”

You look up just as Remus sets the bowls down and he notices the tears in your eyes and frowns.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know anything!” Your breath hitches, as the tears cascade down your cheeks.

“I don’t know what any of this means and I don’t know how to answer a single bloody question on any of the past papers.”

Remus’ frown deepens, “That’s not true dove,”

You cut him off before he can continue, “I’m telling you Rem, I don’t know a thing. Not a single fucking thing. I’m useless and I’m going to fail.”

“Hey, stop it.” Remus wipes away the tears that fall, cupping your sticky cheek with a gentle hand. “You’re not going to fail.”

You go to argue but Remus tuts.

“You are not. You’re not useless either. You just don’t understand and not understanding, can be helped. You can learn what you don’t know and I can help if you want.”

You nod, “It’s so much. I’m so behind.”

Remus coos, kissing the divot between your eyebrows and then the tip of your nose.

“We can manage it together, dovey. We can.” You nod as he rubs your back. “Let’s have dinner and tomorrow we can go over everything that’s troubling you.”

“Tomorrow? Rem that’s too far.”

He shakes his head and kisses the corner of your mouth. “You need a break baby, no more for tonight. Tonight, we’re gonna have some pasta and watch a few episodes of Buffy.”

[luvfae]

BAD INVESTMENT

PART FOURTEEN

summary: trapped in a relationship built on control and manipulation, you struggle to leave—but when myung-gi crosses a line, there’s no going back. shaken and desperate, you do the only thing that feels right. you turn off your location and drive straight to thanos.

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader, lee myung gi x f!reader

warnings: smut (with myung-gi), oral (myung-gi receiving), cheating, swearing, dv (myung-gi slaps you)

bad investment masterlist

You were dying.

Thanos was under the bed. Under the fucking bed.

And Myung-Gi was right in front of you, unbuckling his belt like he had no idea his worst fucking enemy was inches away.

Your heart pounded as you slid to your knees, tilting your head up at him, trying to look eager instead of terrified.

“You’re so needy tonight,” Myung-Gi murmured, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

You forced out a soft hum, hands moving to his waistband, pulling his pants down enough to free his cock.

He sighed as you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly before leaning in to press an open-mouthed kiss to the tip.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you forward.

You relaxed your jaw, taking him in, working him over with your tongue, hollowing your cheeks around him.

And then—

Thanos touched you.

You nearly choked.

His fingers skimmed over your knee first, slow and deliberate, trailing up your thigh like he had all the time in the world.

Like he knew exactly what he was doing.

You fought back a shudder as he traced lazy circles on your inner thigh, his fingers inching higher, ghosting over your clit through your underwear.

You could feel him watching you.

Watching you kneel there, your mouth stuffed full of Myung-Gi’s cock, trying not to react while he toyed with you.

Your thighs twitched.

Thanos just chuckled under his breath, barely audible beneath Myung-Gi’s soft groans.

Fucking maniac.

You swallowed hard, sucking Myung-Gi down deeper, trying to focus.

It wasn’t working.

Because Thanos’ fingers dipped beneath the fabric of your underwear, finding your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles like this was some game to him.

Like he wanted to see how far he could push you before you broke.

You gripped Myung-Gi’s thighs, desperate for anything to ground you, but your body was already betraying you—your hips shifting, pressing into Thanos’ touch.

You felt him smirk against your leg.

Asshole.

Myung-Gi groaned, his grip tightening in your hair as he fucked into your mouth, panting harder now.

“You love this, don’t you?” he muttered, his voice low.

You barely heard him.

Your pulse was pounding in your ears, your mind spinning.

Thanos was getting bolder, rubbing slow, agonizing circles against your clit, his other hand gripping your inner thigh to keep you still.

It was too much.

Heat coiled in your stomach, your legs trembling, and then—

Myung-Gi groaned, thrusting deep before spilling down your throat.

You swallowed quickly, forcing yourself to stay still, to not let even one noise slip.

Your entire body was shaking.

He let out a satisfied sigh, pulling back, tucking himself away like that was it.

Like you weren’t still desperate for something, for anything.

He glanced down at you, brushing his fingers over your cheek.

“I love you,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before standing up.

You exhaled, steadying yourself.

Maybe—maybe he’d help you after. Maybe if you just asked—

“I’m gonna take a shower,” he said casually, already stripping off his shirt.

You blinked.

That was it?

Your stomach dropped.

He didn’t even fucking offer.

He just left you there, kneeling on the floor like a fucking idiot.

The second the bathroom door shut, Thanos’ fingers tightened on your thigh, nails pressing into your skin.

You glanced down, breath still shaky, meeting his gaze beneath the bed.

His eyes were dark, furious.

Thanos didn’t move at first.

Didn’t crawl out from under the bed. Didn’t say a single word.

He just looked at you.

And fuck—you felt small.

Still kneeling on the floor, your legs sore, your breath uneven, aching for something Myung-Gi hadn’t even considered giving you.

Thanos’ fingers were still gripping your thigh, his nails digging in now, pressing deep like he was pissed.

Like the sight of you, all used up and abandoned, did something to him.

Your stomach tightened.

A chill ran down your spine.

Then—slowly, so fucking slowly, Thanos slid out from under the bed.

He didn’t stand up right away.

Didn’t rush you.

No—he took his time, unfolding himself, sitting back on his heels right in front of you, his fingers still hooked on your thigh.

Your breath hitched.

He looked… dangerous.

Like something in him had snapped.

“That it?” he muttered, voice low, almost mocking.

You swallowed hard.

“Thanos—”

“That all you get?” he cut you off, his lips curling into something cruel. “All you deserve?”

You flinched.

But you didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

Because what were you supposed to say?

That Myung-Gi never really cared if you got off? That he didn’t think about it unless you asked? That sometimes you wondered if he even noticed?

You clenched your jaw, looking away.

Thanos’ fingers squeezed your thigh.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

You hesitated, pulse hammering, before forcing yourself to meet his gaze.

His expression darkened.

“You let him treat you like that?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “Like some toy he can put down when he’s done playing?”

You sucked in a sharp breath.

“Don’t,” you whispered.

“Don’t what?” His voice was softer now. Meaner. “Tell you the truth?”

You shivered.

Thanos exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Pathetic,” he muttered, gripping your chin suddenly, forcing you to really look at him. “You know that?”

Your stomach twisted.

And the worst part?

He was right.

You hated that he was right.

Your throat was tight, your nails digging into your palms.

Thanos’ eyes flickered over your face.

For a second—just a second—something in them softened.

Then—

His grip shifted.

He trailed his fingers down your jaw, over your throat, slow, deliberate.

“You want me to fix it, don’t you?” he murmured.

You shuddered.

“I—”

“You want me to make it better.”

Your breath hitched.

He was close now. So fucking close.

His lips ghosted over yours, teasing, taunting.

His hand slid higher up your thigh.

“We can’t,” you whispered, eyes darting to the hallway. You strained to listen past the pounding of your heartbeat, past the heat still pooling low in your stomach. The shower was still running. You had time—but not enough.

“You should go.”

Thanos didn’t move.

He just sat there, staring at you, his jaw tight, his hands twitching like he was debating staying. Like he could stay, press you into the mattress and finish what he started, fuck you so good Myung-Gi would know the second he walked through the door.

He could have his revenge right now.

But something in him wouldn’t let him.

Thanos exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. Then he nodded. “You should break up with him,” he said.

“I tried,” you sighed.

He scoffed. “Try again.”

You led him to the door just as the water shut off, your pulse spiking.

“I’ll text you,” you murmured.

Thanos hummed in response, but before you could push him out, his hands found your waist, pulling you in, crashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.

You barely had time to react, your fingers fisting his shirt before you forced yourself to shove him away, breathless, heart racing.

He smirked, stepping back as you quickly ushered him out, leaving you alone in the doorway, stomach twisting, body still burning.

You barely had time to catch your breath before you spun around, rushing to the couch and sinking onto the cushions just as the bathroom door opened.

Myung-Gi stepped out, towel slung low on his hips, rubbing at his damp hair with another. His eyes flicked to you, and for a second, you thought he might notice something was off—the way your hands trembled in your lap, the way your chest rose and fell too fast.

But he just sighed, dropping onto the couch beside you, pressing a quick kiss to your temple like he didn’t just leave you on your knees, like you weren’t drowning in guilt.

You swallowed, licking your lips. “We need to talk.”

Myung-Gi tensed. His hand froze on his towel before he slowly turned his head to look at you, his expression instantly guarded. “Not this again, Y/N.” He let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You sucked my dick not even fifteen minutes ago, and now you wanna break up?”

You inhaled sharply, biting the inside of your cheek.

“I—”

His face twisted, his eyes going glassy, his hands clenching. “Why?” he asked, voice breaking. “Tell me why, babe. Just—just give me a reason.”

You opened your mouth. But nothing came out.

You couldn’t say it.

Couldn’t tell him that you were cheating on him, that you let another man touch you, fuck you, ruin you—while he was sitting here thinking you belonged to him.

“I just…” You swallowed hard, hands twisting in your lap. “I don’t think this is working.”

Myung-Gi exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face, his shoulders rising and falling in uneven breaths.

And then he said it.

“If you leave, I’ll fucking kill myself.”

You froze.

Your stomach dropped, your chest tightening so painfully you thought you might stop breathing altogether.

You turned to him, your voice barely a whisper. “That’s fucked up, Myung-Gi.”

“I’m so serious, babe.” He reached for you, grabbing your hands in his, his grip too tight, his voice raw. “I can’t fucking live without you.”

Your vision blurred, tears burning at your eyes, because what the fuck were you supposed to do?

Your throat closed up, your shoulders shaking, and before you could stop it, the tears spilled over, slipping down your cheeks.

“I love you!” Myung-Gi cried, his voice cracking.

“I don’t,” you shot back.

Silence.

His breath hitched, his eyes wide and wet with disbelief. “What?”

You exhaled sharply, locking eyes with him, no more room for hesitation. “I don’t love you anymore, Myung-Gi.”

His whole body stiffened. “Why?” His voice was lower now, his expression shifting, darkening. “I give you everything you could possibly need. What the fuck went wrong?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, shaking your head. “I don’t know,” you whispered, wiping at your tears. “Maybe it’s the way you treat me like a fucking trophy. Especially with your friends.”

His jaw clenched. “So what? I can’t flaunt my girl?”

“You don’t flaunt. You brag,” you shot back, your voice sharp. “You show your friends naked pictures of me, let them watch our fucking sex tapes.” Your stomach twisted at the thought. “You want them to want me. You want them to be jealous. But you don’t think about how I feel, do you?”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Because you were right.

You saw it in the way his expression flickered, his lips parting slightly, his fingers twitching at his sides.

“I’m not happy in this relationship,” you whispered, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks. “Please… just let me go.”

Myung-Gi’s face twisted with something you’d never seen before. Something dark. Something dangerous.

And then—

CRACK.

The force of his palm against your cheek snapped your head to the side.

Your breath hitched. The room spun.

Your hand flew up, pressing against the burning sting on your skin, your heart hammering so hard you swore it would break through your ribs.

You barely registered the way Myung-Gi’s eyes went wide, his own hand trembling as he looked at it like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

“I’m sorry—”

You lifted a hand, cutting him off without looking at him.

“I need some air.” Your voice was quiet. Shaky.

You stood up, grabbed your phone, and slipped into your shoes.

He let you go. Because he knew if he tried to stop you, it would only make you hate him more.

And the second you stepped outside, you turned your location off.

Then you got in your car and drove straight to Thanos’ apartment.

[hoonieyun]

unmasked

pairing: sim jaeyun x reader x park sunghoon

warnings: slasher horror movie themes, mentions of death and murder, blood, true crime obsession, psychopathic behavior, violence, knives and weapons, serial killer vibes, 18+ not proofread

wc: 2250

as the footsteps stop in the hallway, just outside the door of the bathroom you were hiding in, you hold your breath– too afraid to breathe just in case the killer would be able to hear you. the silence is deafening as you try your best to not let your fears get the best of you but the longer the silence persists, your fear only continues to drown out any other emotion. 

when suddenly, a voice breaks through the silence, “yn? sunghoon?” a whisper cuts through the eerie and quiet atmosphere. “jay?” you whisper back and he groans in response, pulling the door open to reveal jay, disheveled and limping; clutching his side in pain from what you assume was because he had been slammed through the coffee table. 

“holy shit, i thought you were the killer.” you exhale, waving him over to hide in the bathroom with you until a familiar scream tears through the house. the shriek was loud and sharp, coming from upstairs and just as fast as it can be heard– it stopped in an instant. 

jay sends you a puzzled look and you soon realize that daniella is alone after the two of you got separated when the killer had made an attempt at attacking you both. “shit, dani!” you huff, jumping up from your crouched position and running towards the staircase in a frenzy but you’re stopped in your tracks as a shriek of your own leaves your lips. 

when jay catches up to you and halts at your side, his eyes follow yours, landing on daniella’s dead body laying at the top of the stairwell, the moon shining through the skylight above; creating a spotlight over daniella’s body.

unexpectedly, the lights are suddenly back on; almost flashing the two of you– causing you and jay to wince at the brightness, shutting your eyes before they adjust to the light. when your eyes flutter open, you find yourself staring at the killer as he towers over daniella’s body. he slowly raises his head to meet your gaze, tilting his head tauntingly and in one swift motion, wipes off the blood from his blade with the palm of his glove. 

“jay.. run.” you whisper and it doesn’t quite register in his head, jay was stunned and frozen in fear. no matter how many times he’s come in contact with the killer– fear was instilled inside of him as he stares at the person who has attempted to end his life several times. 

“run!” you shout, shoving jay forward just as the killer hastily makes his way down the stairs. he was fast, way faster than you and even faster than jay in his injured manner, jumping over steps to catch up to you– landing on the ground fast enough to slam you into the wall. a painful groan escapes your lips as you make contact with the wall, the killer standing above your hunched figure. 

jay notices you’re not by his side as he’s hobbling away and sees the killer hovering over you just a few feet away– he looks around to find something to help him but fails, cursing at himself for wanting to keep the house free of clutter and unnecessary items. “fuck it.” he whispers, charging at the killer and climbing onto his back. 

he and the killer rumble as he thrashes around to get jay off of his back, meanwhile, jay is gesturing for you to get up and help him take the killer down. you pull yourself off of the ground to help jay but neither of you are strong enough in comparison. the killer easily throws jay off of his back, landing on the ground near the broken debris of the coffee table, and slaps you– causing you to stumble. 

you hurriedly run to jay’s side, making sure he’s fine as the killer scoffs at the two of you. finding you both pathetic and weak; like it was way too easy for him to kill the both of you. “please– you don’t have to do this.. haven’t you killed enough?” you try to reason with him but he doesn’t move from his position. continuing to tower over your trembling figures as you help jay stand back up onto his feet. he winces in pain, glancing over the killer. 

“why are you doing this?” you breathe out, if ilhan wasn’t the killer after all, his motivation would have meant nothing in the first place. “if you’re going to kill us, the least you could do is show your face, coward!” you threaten, trying to rile him up so you could finally see the face of terror. 

the longer he doesn’t respond to any of your comments, the more you start to believe you could see the face of the person behind the mask. like there was something about him that felt so familiar; someone you had spent so much time with and have gotten to know. 

you didn’t want to believe it but there was only one name in your head as you come up with a conclusion on who the masked killer could be, you could only hope you’re wrong. 

“hoon?” 

“there’s no fucking way.” jay scoffs as you both stare at him. 

the killer slowly raises his hand to his face, stopping at his neck, fingers hovering over his mask. he continues to taunt you even now, he then drops his hand– mask still on. you and jay simultaneously sigh, frustration in both of your minds as the killer continues to toy with the two of you. he walks over to the two of you, standing just a few feet away– close enough that you could hear his breath. 

he takes his knife, flaunting it like a prized possesion. a bitterness in your mouth rises as you think about all of the blood that knife has met, the blood of your friends that has soaked the blade, and soon yours. with an unrivaled amount of strength, he winds his arm and stabs his knife into the wall to his right, an act that has no purpose but to further instill fear into you both. like he was showing he was unarmed by wedging his blade into the drywall but it also serves as a warning; that the blade is in his reach and that he could grab it at any second if you or jay were to try and do something. 

you were cornered and had nowhere to run. 

the killer then reaches for his mask once more and in one movement, reveals himself. shock shoots through both you and jay as you look into the killer’s eyes. a frightening grin on his face as he looks at the two of you like you’re his prey. two people at his mercy. 

“surprise..” heeseung says in a sing-song tone. 

“new guy?” you ask, his nickname slipping out of your lips naturally. heeseung had never liked that nickname but because he couldn’t risk his proximity to you, he never said anything. until now. 

“my name is fucking heeseung!” he shouts, rapidly pulling his blade out of the wall and lurking foward, pointing the end of the dagger towards you. “im so fucking sick of that nickname. you motherfuckers never even bothered to drop it when i’ve been your friend for half a year now.” he huffs, darkness in his eyes as he stares you down, the blade of his knife directed at your neck. 

if he chose to, he could easily kill you right now, his blade is only a few inches away from cutting into your throat but you try to act unfazed. like your life wasn’t on the line. 

“i’m sorry.. okay? but heeseung why are you doing this?” you ask and he retreats his knife. pondering on how he wants to answer your question. “see… i could say that it’s because i’m a little demented.. fucked up in the old noggin. 

or i could say it’s because i live for the thrill of the kill– or possibly because… i just wanted to.” his words sends shivers down your spine and you could feel jay stiffen at your side. you couldn’t believe that the boy your boyfriend and his twin brother would turn out to be a serial killer. heeseung was always fairly quiet, he only chimed in at certain times but he’s never given you any reason to be afraid of him or think he’s evil. 

“you know, yn.. you’re an interesting one. 

a few years ago, i was scrolling on the true crime subreddit, as one does. it’s my favorite subreddit by the way– you should check it out when you can… oh right. nevermind. 

what i’m trying to say is, i’ve spent so long on that subreddit that i ran out of things to read, i probably have read every single one of those stories three times so you could imagine that i’ve gotten pretty bored when it comes to the same old stories over and over again. 

then one day, i stumbled across a discussion post, one that caught my eye because it was left in a true crime subreddit but wasn’t necessarily like all of the other ones. you wanna know what is was, yn? 

oh, i’ll tell ya. it was about a man who was sent to jail because he killed one of his coworkers by rigging a construction machine to explode. sound familiar?” you shake your head in disbelief, heeseung was currently referring to the story about your father and you couldn’t believe that someone had made a reddit post about it. like it was some conspiracy theory that your father had it planned out on how he’d kill gong jiho when it wasn’t even his fault. 

“i spent hours scrolling through this reddit post and i was enamored at all of the theories people had. some said your dad was sadistic and hated jiho so you killed him, others even said your dad was framed and he’s innocent, no matter the actual reason– i found myself too invested in all of it that i came in contact with ilhan. 

we spoke for several months and when he couldn’t give me anymore information, i decided that i’d enroll at decelis university, befriend your sweet boyfriend and his dumb twin brother, no offense jay– fuck you!” jay interrupts but instantly backs down when heeseung aims the knife towards him. 

“pussy” heeseung scoffs. 

“and then i continued to hack into the school’s system, made sure i’d end up in your classes, even went out of my way to join the dance club because i wanted to get closer to you. not romantically, of course. don’t get me wrong, you’re a beautiful girl but i won’t touch what’s mine. at least, not without my knife. 

then, poor wonyoung. tsk tsk… we wanted to target someone close to you and it just happened to be her when she stayed home from that party. you know when i said that i passed out somewhere becayuse i was so drunk? yeah, well i actually snuck away to your apartment. i’m sure you can guess what happened next…” 

you felt sick as you listened to heeseung explain his motive and evil doings. like he was so proud to finally take credit for it and boast about the terror that he’s caused. heeseung smiled as he recalled killing wonyoung and how good it felt to be at the center of his own very true crime story as it happens. 

he grew tired of reading the same ones over and over again, so when he found the story of your dad and got connected with ilhan, he knew that he could make a story of his own. start his own legacy and new era of true crime as he inserts himself into the story. he loved the idea of people idolizing him as a smart, calculated, and brutal serial killer the same way he’s done with other glorified murderers. 

“you’re fucking sick.” you murmured, disgust painted onto your face as you glared at him. 

heeseung then goes on to explain that when detective irene and taeyong were getting too close for comfort, he knew where to find ilhan, in the end framing him for the murders so he could lay low for a while and plan for his next action. “we were pretty nervous we were gonna get caught, thank god ilhan worked as the perfect scape goat. for some detectives, they’re pretty fucking stupid, right?” he laughs, uses the dull end of his blade to scratch his head. 

“and here we are now!” his voice roars through the room, “you know it’s been kind of hard to kill you, yn. but we wanted to make sure you were the last one– but you, jay? you’re a lot stronger than you look, i don’t know how we haven’t killed you yet, but hey. now's the time more than ever.” 

“you’re fucking insane.. i hope you rot in hell.” jay spits at him, you’ve never seen jay so angry before but you couldn’t blame him. heeseung was currently standing in front of the both of you, playfully recalling his sadistic methods and explaining the way he’s planned out how he was going to terrorize you and your friends. like he was truly villainous, one of nothing but malice and darkness. 

“what can i say, i really like scary movies.” he says, flashing a smile with nothing but darkness in his eyes.

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[sleeplessdove]

— under your spell

♡ amab!jinx x fem! reader

synopsis: sloppy head is stress relief for you and your girlfriend !

a/n: meowmeowmeow

warnings: amab!jinx obvi so DO NOT INTERACT if that makes you upset, not proofread, canonically insane yet caring jinx as well, r! is described as working a job, blowjobs, face fucking, mentions of spit, cum swapping sorta???, r! is pretty exhausted and out of it, descriptions of cum, mentions of choking while giving head, sub! r! & softdom!jinx, praising, degrading, pet names, jinx calls u dollie cause i said so, r! gives head to relax, r! is berry obviously in a submissive headspace so again in case no one was listening to the previous warning: DO NOT INTERACT IF ANY OF THESE CONCEPTS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE !

wc: 2.5k

Every inch of your body is exhausted , your bones aching from a work week that felt all too long. Your eyes are barely half lidded as you rest your body against your girlfriend, the two of you pressed close together on the sofa. 

Most of your nights were spent like this, your body needing the comfort that Jinx provided you with each and everyday. It was always hard for her to sit still enough to let you rest against her, but she’d do anything for you. 

The quiet hum of the television only seems to make you more sleepy, your breathing growing soft and slow. She takes notice immediately, as her eyes have never once left your features. Over the last few weeks, you had taken on more work than you could handle, which meant you were rarely home. 

The brief moments Jinx had with you kept her from losing it completely, as it was unusual for you to be apart from her so often. This meant that when the two of you were together, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you. She knew the toll the long hours were taking on you and she wanted to be there to help ease all the overwhelming emotions you were plagued with. 

She lets you play with her fingers as you make a weak attempt to keep yourself awake, smiling to herself due to how sleepy you look. “You ready for bed, dollie?” she questions in the quietest voice she can possibly manage. 

You only shake your head and furrow your brows in response, as if offended by her suggestion that you were even tired to begin with. Instead of questioning you, Jinx simply watches as you use her fingers to trace over your cheek, your eyes glancing up at her every now and then. 

Before she even gets the chance to tell you that you need to rest, you brush her fingers against your plush lips. The contact alone causes a slight shiver to run through your body, her fingertips warm since you had been holding her hand since you got home. She picks up on your reaction within seconds but makes no comment, simply watching as you curiously part your lips and ease her middle and ring finger into your mouth. 

The way you look up at her with those eyes full of adoration, as if she were God himself, has her heart pounding in her chest and her cock twitching as her body registers the heat emanating from your mouth. She feels like a complete pervert for getting off to the simple sight of you sucking on her fingers, but she can’t help herself. 

The weight of her two fingers on your tongue seems to quiet your mind, a soothing silence filling your head as you push her fingers deeper into your mouth. Your brows furrow in frustration when you realize her fingers can only do so much for you. 

With so much tension in your body, you’re craving something that’ll shut your mind up and help soothe you. Jinx coos at the sight of your pout as she gently eases her fingers out of your mouth, her free hand shamelessly palming her cock through the soft fabric of her pajama pants. 

“Not enough, is it? Greedy things like you need something better, huh?” she questions with a faux pout, her body so close to yours that its as if your hearts are intertwined in that moment, beating as one. Blue strands of hair tickle your cheek and you can’t help but smile, soft laughs tumbling from your lips at the sensation instinctively. Jinx’s own high pitched giggles fill the room, the sound breathless and periodically interrupted by lewd moans. 

Her eyes seem to glow as they dart over each curve of your face, so pleased to hear the carefree sounds filling the room around her. As your laughter died down, she mimicked you, which soothes you in a way. It’s almost like each move between the two of you is coordinated. 

You nod and she does the same afterwards with a delighted grin, as if confirming that she knew what you needed all along. She whimpers as she eases her hand off of her dick, instead focusing on guiding your movements so she can put you in a different position. 

You don’t even think to question her, lost in a daze as she places you on the floor, your body kneeling between her slender thighs as if you were nothing more than her pet. You smile up at her, as sweet as ever as she uses a gentle hand to push back your hair so she can take in your pathetic appearance. 

“Look at my poor baby” she whispers, as if truly taking in every last detail of your appearance. She gently pats your cheek to see if it’ll cause any reaction, and when you remain still she makes a split second decision. 

She smacks your cheek, not hard enough to make you cry, just enough that you can feel your skin tingling. The pain of it only makes you lean into her more, as the sensation caused by her provided you with relief you didn’t know you were seeking out. 

She scoffs lightheartedly as you lean your face against her palm, your movements akin to a puppy desperate for their owner’s attention. You only move from the position so you can press your soft cheek against her obvious erection, a pleased hum leaving your lips as you feel her cock twitch through the thin material. 

“C’mon, sweetheart, you know what to do. Show me how pretty girls like you suck cock” she drawls, the words filthy and yet somehow inviting. The mere idea of getting to feel her on a much more intimate level has you squirming, feeling shy under her relentless gaze. 

So you simply huff, nuzzling your face against her lap and mouthing at her cock through the thin fabric that separated the two of you. But Jinx knows she needs to coax you out of your shy headspace by guiding you towards what you want. 

She clicks her tongue, as if reprimanding you. “Use that brain of yours for me, don’t you wanna make me feel good?” she questions in an almost gleeful tone, delighted to have you where she wants you. 

In response, you slowly nod your head, so sleepy and pliant. You whine weakly as she pulls your head up by your hair so that she can raise her hips enough to shove down her pajama bottoms along with her plaid boxers. With shaky hands, you help her get the material off so that it can be discarded off to the side. 

From the waist down, she is completely bare. And you are all too eager to be greeted by your favorite sight. 

Jinx’s cock is particularly pretty to you, the slight curve of it along with the adorable pink flush of it makes you practically tremble from your own eagerness. Her tip weeps precum, a little white pearl forming that makes your mouth water. 

She uses her grip on your hair to bring your mouth closer, a soft fuck falling from her lips as she feels your breath fanning against her sensitive skin. “Give it a little kiss, that’s what good pets do” she guides in a soothing voice, doing her best to keep her own urges under control. 

You don’t even have to think for yourself anymore, as she makes sure you’re close enough that you can easily press a kiss to the head of her cock. Jinx tenses from the sensation, her brows knitting as she tries to stay in her role of power. 

The sight of you, in her firm grasp with your lips now glossy with her own precum smeared onto them just might send her to an early grave, as she can barely handle it. “So smart” she praises, her hips instinctively rolling to seek out more pleasure. 

She doesn’t stop herself from rutting her dick against your cheek, the way you simply let her do as she pleases making more crazed giggles fall from her lips. “Just a little more” she mutters, more to herself than you at this point. 

You just blink up at her, your cheek now sticky from her arousal. But it’s not as if you mind— after all, there was nowhere in the world you’d rather be. 

So you simply part your lips, your pink tongue peeking out as she pushes your head down slowly. The weight of her heavy cock on your tongue makes you moan around her, your arousal only adding to her own. Finally, after a relentless week, you were at ease. 

“Breathe in through your nose” she reminds you in a shaky voice, her mind still working to make sure that you don’t pass out while taking her down your throat. Jinx doesn’t play favorites, she loves your mouth just as much as she loves your precious cunt but God, there was nothing quite like the sound of you struggling to stuff her cock into your mouth. 

You keep your gaze focused on her, your eyes straining a bit to do so but you need to see her reaction to every one of your actions. Your hands remain on her thighs to keep you grounded, your throat constricting as she bullies her way in. 

“Gonna help you now, baby” she stutters, her chest heaving as she tugs your hair upwards slowly until only the tip of her dick lies within the heaven that is your mouth before she pushes your head back down until her whole cock disappears into you once more. 

For a moment you think she’s going to keep the agonizingly slow pace but within seconds she has lost her sanity once more, her hips relentlessly thrusting in order to please herself. 

It takes all your strength not to choke on her cock that was all too big considering her thin frame, although it helps that it’s pleasurable for you to suck her off in more ways than one. “There you go, juuuuust like that” she hiccups, tears welling in her own eyes from the overwhelming sensation. 

The lewd sound of her fucking your face doesn’t bother you in the slightest, the continous shluck shluck shluck mixing with your shared moans. She was a woman lost in the throws of passion, mindlessly fucking your throat as if you were nothing more than a doll. 

For you, this was heaven. There was no thinking for yourself when you were busy getting your face fucked, your jaw aching in the best way as it’s forced to stay wide open. There were no responsibilities that you had to worry about when you were between her thighs like this, reducing you to her perfect girlfriend once more. 

Your lithe body doesn’t resist any of her movements, although your throat constricts and disgusting frothy spit dribbles from the corners of your mouth and down your chin. The sight pushes Jinx closer to the edge, her eyes locking onto yours as she frantically chases her orgasm. 

With your cheeks hollowed, you work her cock effortlessly. Her taste is familiar and soothing in a fucked up kind of way, making the rest of the world slip away for a few moments. 

Well that, or you were beginning to pass out from a lack of oxygen. Either way, you weren’t going to stop her from using you. 

You can feel her twitching in your mouth, a sign that she’s close. So you try to relax your throat, wanting to be able to take every last drop of her load. 

To your dismay however, she pulls out, although she keeps you close, a string of spit still connecting you to her dick. “Lift up your shirt, need to cum on those tits” she demands breathlessly, her infatuation with your breasts never seeming to fade even in the midst of such an intense moment. 

You don’t need to be told twice, tugging up your shirt as quickly as you can when your mind is in the control of someone else. Thankfully there was no bra to block Jinx’s view of your chest, combinations of curse words falling from her lips that you had never even heard before. 

She furiously works her cock, her skin still slick from all the saliva you left behind. Her fist slides with ease, mimicking the feeling of your tight throat to bring her to the edge. “Fuckfuckfuck” she whimpers as she blows her load on your chest, sticky strings of cum landing on your supple skin. 

You focus on the way she bites her lip enough to make it bleed as she tries to control her moans, her balls drawn up tight as she coats you in her release. It pleases you beyond words to be able to be so well behaved for her. 

As she comes back down, her hips still weakly humping the air, she takes notice of your slight pout as you gaze down at your cum glazed tits. 

“Dollie, what's the matter?” she questions, her nerves prickling with fear that she had pressured you into something you didn’t want to do. You look at her with sad eyes, as if you had missed out on an opportunity. 

“I wanted it down my throat, wanted to taste it again” you confess before refocusing on the creamy liquid that coated you. Jinx wants to scoff at how pitiful you truly are but she decides against it, opting to give you what you want. 

Without skipping a beat, she scoops up some of her cum off your chest and sucks it off her fingers. While holding it in her mouth, she uses one hand to grasp your face, forcing your pouty lips to part for her. 

She spits her own release into your mouth, her saliva making it taste even sweeter than usual. The action is vile, yet you are left feeling as if you are floating high above the rest of the world. 

The taste of her cum brings your relief, proof that you had made her feel good enough to get off. You swallow it down eagerly after a while of letting it sit on your tongue, letting her repeat the process until there’s only sticky residue left on your tits. 

She pats your cheek affectionately afterwards, smiling down at you as if she hadn’t just treated you like a rag doll. Jinx could care less about her nakedness, her softening cock still on display as you remain kneeling for her. 

It fills her heart to see you grinning up at her, fucked dumb and perfectly sleepy. “We’ll go to bed, mkay? We can just uhmmm…” she trails off, a huff of her laughter sounding throughout the living room as she takes in your debauched state. “We can just clean you up once you’re more awake” she finally hums. 

She knows you’ll likely crave more relief amidst the long night, but she was more than willing to cater to every little need you have. 

[zainnaprollyloveslevi]

"The Limit Part 2"

Mammon X MC

Summary: This is a continuation of my first Mammon fic. Before jumping into this one, please read part one first. Thankyou.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. IF YOU DO CHOOSE TO CONTINUE DESPITE THE WARNINGS THEN THAT IS YOUR CHOICE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Dom!Mammon X nonbinary MC, Oral (Reader receiving), No protection but no creaming inside (if he aint got no condom, don't let the mf top em), Mammon won't shut UP. Lowkey kind of rushed, not proofread.

Word count: 1.4k

Extra: This is my first time writing actual smut. I’m sorry this took so long to make huhuhu. A LOT of things happened in just a span of a month. I TRIED MY BEST I’M SORRY.

Minors DNI. NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

“I love you, MC, but I’m sorry…”

“...I’m at my limit.”

Mammon, the demon gripping you so sweetly as if you could flow out of his grip like viscous honey, has lost his wits end. Wet, desperate kisses planted themselves on your lips as he undid the buttons of your shirt with one hand. He pushes you further against the wall in an attempt to get closer to you, to merge your shared warmth until it was hot enough to set this room on fire. You can hear his shaky breaths, his hips having a mind of its own as he thrusts against your upper thigh despite the clothes getting in the way. Your vision blurs, you might as well close your eyes. He lets out one final huff before leaning back to look at you. He smiles, a smile you have never seen from him before. It’s like he’s teasing you. He speaks, his voice sultry and desperate.

“You look so fucking pretty like this, MC.”

Mammon takes off his top, throwing it to the side. His eyes never left yours, he needed to see every single reaction you gave him. For now, he likes what he’s seeing. He leans closer, gripping the ends of your blouse and takes them off of your body. You’re cold. He can sense this, he chuckles.

“Cold? Want me to help?”

He places a palm on your hip, sliding it down to feel your skin. You felt your breath hitch.

“Mammon-!”

He pulls you into him, cutting you off.

“C’mon, treasure. You told me I could have it. You can’t leave me hangin’ like this.”

His hand rests on your back, he slides it down just enough to tuck the tip of his middle finger under the bands of your pants. His chin rests upon your shoulder, you can’t see his reaction. However, it doesn’t take a genius to know what kind of expression he has on.

“I wasn't trying to stop you…”

You bury your face into his chest, in this position, you can hear his heart racing.

“...Just wanted to let you know that I’ve been waiting, wanting this too.”

For a moment, you swore you heard him gasp or at least choke. He then pushes you onto the bed by your shoulders. Here you are, back against the sheets as he hovers on top of you, one hand on the zipper of his pants. He looks desperate, frantic, he looks like he’s so close to losing it if he hadn’t lost it already a while ago.

“Fuck, MC, don’t fucking tease me like that.”

You heard him unzip his pants, he leaned down closer, close enough to kiss your neck. He whispers,

“I’m going to get re-aquainted with this fuckin’ body. Head to toe, you’re mine.”

He bites down onto your skin, going lower and lower each time.

“This body’s gunna get used to me, memorize the hell out of me. I’ll fuck it so good it’ll never forget me.”

He then looks up at you, his head in the middle of your chest.

“This goes for you too.”

He then dragged his hand down from the side of your hips to your pants, pulling them down and off of you gently but oh so desperately.

“I’ll ask ya again, okay?”

He kisses the skin right above your sensitive parts but below your belly button. He keeps his gaze locked into yours.

“Can I have it?”

You didn't realize it until now, but you felt yourself growing weaker and weaker. You nod, just trying to get him to do something already.

“Yes! Yes, Mammon! Stop asking!”

He scoffs, “And here I was, tryna be polite.”

He kisses your skin, lower and lower. Instinctively, you tried to squeeze your thighs together, he stopped you. His fingers dug themselves in the fat of your thighs, he glared at you.

“I thought I told ya to stop fucking teasing me.”

Without another word, without another response, he kisses your sensitive spot. You hitch, squeezing your eyes tight. He continues to kiss, lick, suck, anything that makes you feel so good you start to shiver. His hold on your thighs never falters, if anything, they grew stronger. He mumbles as he quite literally has you in his mouth, on his taste buds. His voice was breathy and desperate.

“Feels good, yeah? Gunna makes a mess on my tongue?”

You wish he would just shut the hell up. You reached down to grab him by his hair. He chuckles.

“C’mon, I know you can.”

He continues on, making you squeeze whatever strands of hair you were able to grab on his head. The pain doesn’t bother him in the slightest. He lets go of your thighs just to feel them squeeze around him, he’s smug about it.

“Go on, make a mess. We ain’t the ones cleanin’ this up. These aint our sheets.”

You’re so close to your limit.

“Oh fuck, Mammon!”

“Dun worry, treasure. I promise you will. I just need ya to cream on my face.”

You instinctively squeezed your thighs even harder, cumming right onto his face. He chuckles, getting out of his spot in between your legs to let you catch your breath. You don’t know what he did afterwards, he probably wiped his face, who knows. He then sat beside you, looking down at you.

“Are you alright? Still wanna keep going?”

He asks you. You're still trying to catch your breath and he’s over here asking questions.

“Oh don’t look at me like that. I’m just checking up on ya.”

He wipes the sweat off of your forehead, he smiles.

“Well, at least you ain’t cold anymore.”

Mammon gets off of the bed, re-positioning himself in between your legs. This time, he has your legs over his shoulder as he looks down at you. He smiles.

“You look so damn pretty.”

His pants were still on, his zipper was pulled all the way down as well as his boxers to give way to his hardened sex. He huffs, blush adorning his face.

“Gunna fuck you so fuckin’ good now.”

He slowly enters you, nice and slow.

“Yer gunna accept me, right? Let me pound into ya like there's no tomorrow?”

With the head of his cock fully inside of you, he slowly sinks his shaft into you. You let out a noise. This does not go unnoticed by him.

“Yeah you will. Of course you will.”

He then pulls himself out of you only to thrust back in with ample force and speed that makes your legs shake, he keeps talking.

“Yer my human, after all. Mine, all fucking mine.”

He pounds into you like no tomorrow. You don’t understand how he can thrust this fast and this deep, he’s making your head spin.

“Fuck– I might finish a lil’ early tonight.”

He leans forward, pounding in deeper with more force. His eyes never left yours, as if he was trying to burn this image of you beneath him, getting ravaged by him, in his retinas. For a long while, the only noise that you could hear was the noise you were making, his pants and moans, and the sound of skin pounding into skin. You’re dizzy, all of your thoughts are merging into one goop. You felt your back arch a little to accommodate him. He keeps his hand on the lower portion of your legs. He finds it in himself to speak again. However, his words have been reduced to burbles.

“I- fuck- I can’t. ‘m gunna cum…”

He goes faster, not that you thought that it was possible. The noises grew louder as he practically slammed himself inside of you.

“I fuckin’ love ya. Gunna marry ya one day. Gunna make sure we’re never apart.”

He adjusts his grip on your legs before going at it once more.

“So I won't have to miss ya, so that I won't have to wait months to see ya again.”

He keeps stuttering, he’s close.

“B-by then… we’ll be together… always, every single fucking day-! I can finally kiss ya everyday, finally hug ya, finally fuck ya! J-just wait!”

He lets out a groan before pulling out of you, evidence of his arousal spilling onto your stomach. The both of you huff, looking into the eyes of one another. He doesn’t say another word. He just gently removed your legs from his shoulders and laid down next to you. His breath was still ragged.

“I love you, MC. Please, never leave my side.”

[jumiinx]

on the verge ;; abby anderson x reader 𝜗𝜚

cw: sorta enemies to lovers?, you work at the wlf with abby, abby's acrophobia, reassurance, very fluffy cuz abby deserves it !! sfw, men dni.

wc: 919

When Abby found out she was assigned to go out on a supply run with you, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. 

You were one of the weaker soldiers, decent at archery, but not much else.

Not that you were happy, either. You kept to yourself, mostly practicing in the archery range, and were known for being a loner. 

Despite that, you were an observer. 

Having heard of Abby and what she was capable of, you were not looking forward to having to deal with her pessimism. 

After having packed and gotten dressed, you met her outside of the base, your gas mask resting on your hip. Your bow and arrow was snug against your back. A safety precaution, despite the mission being relatively easy.

You two were tasked with retrieving supplies from an abandoned warehouse. The map you retrieved highlighted a few shortcuts which had the least amount of infected, one of which seemed to be by crossing a bridge. 

“You think you can handle leading the way?” Abby dryly says, her eyebrow quirked up, assessing you. Judging you. 

With a frown, you glance at her. “I’m not as useless as you think.” Your lips purse, before you walk ahead of her and effectively lead the way.

Maybe she was joking, but you were determined to prove yourself to be a worthy soldier.

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An awkward silence had fallen upon the both of you. The only sounds were boots crushing against dried leaves and the occasional jangle from your keychain. 

There hadn’t been any infected, much to Abby’s suspicion. 

“Are we even going the right way?” She says, her eyebrows furrowed as she walked behind you. To her, there should’ve been at least a few of those grotesque creatures wandering.

“We are,” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “There are multiple routes, I chose the fastest one- “ Your footsteps slow down as you begin to approach the bridge.

“You’re welcome.” 

It was more run down than you had expected, with multiple gaping holes in the moss-covered bricks. You tilt your head and examine the holes. 

It was an easy jump for most of them, you thought. Easier than finding another route. 

Abby stiffens, her grip tightening around the straps of her backpack. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly bone-dry. 

Her gaze flickers to the precarious path ahead, her mind racing to imagine the vast amount of ways she could drop. All of them ended in her falling to her death. 

Her palms began to feel clammy; her heartbeat picking up. 

“Fuck.” She mutters, shaking her head. Her boots softly clicked against the bricks as she takes a few steps backwards. 

You begin to cross the narrow bridge. Unaware of Abby’s growing anxiety, your hands grip the rough railing and begin to move. 

“You coming?” It comes out harsher than you mean it to. Visibly annoyed, you watch your footing and slowly tread across the mossy ground. 

“Abby-” 

The fear had already begun to crawl at her throat. She tries to speak, but a short, panicked gasp leaves her lips instead. 

It didn’t help that you were studying her, no doubt noticing the distress on her face. 

She is one of the strongest soldiers in the WLF, she couldn’t have you knowing that she was petrified of heights of all things. 

Abby stumbles, her hand clutching the railing. 

You frown and stop walking with a scowl on your face. “Keep up- we have to be back before sundown.” 

“Shut up.” Abby could feel the blood rushing in her ears, the vertigo taking over. She was unable to tear her gaze away from the drop below. 

…

“Hey,” You say softly. 

The softest she’s ever heard. 

Grasping her bicep, you feel the muscle tense from your touch. Abby didn’t see you walk back- not that she could see much.

“Are you okay?” You murmur, your face etched in concern. 

That almost made it worse.

She pulls back as if your touch burned her, her lips sneering. “We need to keep moving-” Abby grimaces at the way her voice wavers. “Go ahead- I’ll catch up.” Her voice was strained, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead. 

“Hey.” You repeat, this time your hands going up to her face, tilting her head so that she is focusing on you.

Abby’s blue eyes meet yours reluctantly, her knuckles turning white.  

“Don’t look down, look at me.” The raw worry in your voice made her dizziness a bit better. Just a bit. A teeny, tiny bit.

You never noticed the freckles that dotted her nose.

The fact that the big, strong soldier who you once had thought was invincible… be brought down by altitude. She was a real person, with real fears, and you weren’t judging her. Why weren’t you judging her?

“I’ll go first, okay?” You say, your thumb wiping away the bead of sweat on her forehead. “Whatever you do, don’t look down.”

Abby’s eyes flicker between yours, panting softly. Her brawny body was coiled with unease, and she could only manage to nod stiffly. 

Abby's mind raced with memories of her father, of the times he had held her hand as they explored the world together. She could almost hear his voice now, calm and steady in her ear. 

You slowly begin to move, step by step, your hand reaching for hers. Her calloused hand wraps around yours, forcing herself to watch you the entire time.

Only you.

She didn’t mind. Her eyes were on you the entire journey across. 

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[freshsturns]

HEYY bby so for your beloved best friend you should do something about making Matt mad on stream and he fucks you love yaaa💋

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𝒔𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔: you were playing fortnite with nick and chris, terribly. your don’t listen when matt tried to help you, which gets him annoyed and teaches you a lesson.

smut, fingering, swearing, pet names, teasing.

words!

i adjust matt’s headset until it fits properly on my head. “c’mon, y/n, shoot him!” chris shouts from his room, his voice echoing through the headset. “i am! i’m trying!” i yell back, frustration rising as i glance to my side and see matt with his head in his hands. with a sigh, i turn my attention back to the screen, determined to take out the player.

“here, pass the controller, i can help,” matt mumbled from beside me. i pulled my hands away to keep him from taking it. “i can do it,” i replied, my irritation clear. “got ’em!” nick cheered, and i dropped the controller, rubbing my eyes in frustration.

“are ya fuckin’ serious!” chris screams down the mic, as yet another trio attacks us. i lower my hands from my face and catch a glimpse of matt’s hand reaching out in front of me, desperate to play. i smack his hand away “i said i can do it, matt!” i pick up the controller before he can.

“m’just trying to help, you’re struggling and these guys are good” matt sighs, he’s getting mad at me. “ugh, just shut up! i want to do it myself!” i snapped.

matt stood up from his seat next to me and grabbed my arm, lifting me off his gaming chair. i jerked my head back to see him pulling the chair out and settling into it.

taking a deep breath, i glanced back at the screen just as matt wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me down onto his lap, switching the mic off in the process.

“fine, let’s see how you do while my fingers are inside you” he speaks in a raspy tone, sliding his hand down my stomach and stopping at my thighs. i breathe out heavily at the sudden contact.

matt smirks as my body tenses up, his hands wander up my thighs, slowly and teasingly, until he stops the edge of my underwear under my shorts. he then moves his hand around to the front, slowly rubbing me through my clothes.

“keep playing, baby” he whispers in my ear. i grip the controller and lean back against matts chest, as his fingers trace circles around my clothed clit. his free hand makes its way up my body and under my shirt as he begins to play with my tits.

i moan softly as my eyes flutter closed briefly, opening to the sound of chris’s voice. “bro, why ya playing even worse??”

matt presses his lips against my neck and plants a soft kiss, “play as normal but stay quiet, sweetheart” he speaks before removing his hand from my shorts and un muting the mic.

“yeah, sorry. i’m trying, matt’s-” his hand travelled back down my body, this time under my thong and begins rubbing up and down, “matt’s distracting me..” i continue, taking a small breath.

“you okay?” nick asked, his voice laced with concern. matts pace fastened “i’m-” a soft moan escaped my lips, “so good!” i attempt to reply. matt barely holds back his laugh as he keeps going, watching as i struggle to keep focus on the game.

“uh.. you’re sure?” nicks voice speaks up again. matt replies, eyes still on me. “yeah, she’s fine. just.. playing really bad, that’s all”

“c’mon, let’s just finish this game” chris complains, clearly stressed. my focus if only half on the screen in front of me as i attempt to help nick and chris shoot. “yes!! y/n, keep shooting!” they yell in unison as i take down one of the players. my body leans forward, caught up in the excitement, unintentionally pressing matts fingers harder against my pussy.

matts fingers slip inside me as he starts to curl them against my walls, causing me to throw my head back against his shoulder. the unexpected sound of a loud moan escapes my lips, my eyes widening in realization as i become aware of my actions.

“the fuck was that?” spoke a voice from the other side of the mic, unable to recognise the voice. i can’t form words so i stay silent while matt continues to push his fingers in and out in a curled motion.

he places wet kisses all over my neck, sucking on the sweet spot. i drop the controller, not even worried about the game anymore. my hips jerking up and matts pace fastens.

with his free hand he removed the headset from my head and muted the mic. and swivelled the chair around, so we are leaning against the wall.

“fuck-” i mumbled. i squeezed my legs together as i begin to get sensitive. matt opens my legs again, taking us fingers out and rubbing the wet juices all over my clit in fast circles.

i moaned even louder. “oh! ah shit.” i lift my head looking down at his fingers inside me. can feel my release building but i won’t let him know that.

“fuck you’re so wet baby” he whispers collecting more juice as he pumps his fingers inside me again. my legs again squeeze shut my walls tightening around his fingers.

“mhm, close are you sweetheart.” his voice is raspy. his pace slows, and for the last time he takes this fingers out and rubs my clit. “you’re so pretty in this mess.” he speaks again.

i’m a moaning mess at this point. “yes, keep going omg!” i scream as my release gets closer and closer. “shit i can’t hold it!”

“cum for me baby.” he demanded against my ear. those words alone were enough to make me cum.

“fuckkk! omg!” my breathing heavy, my eyes shut close and my head falls back against his chest. cumming all over his fingers.

“there we go.” he speaks lowly. i twist my head around to look him in the face. his stupid smirk plastered on his face. i roll my eyes and feel his lips press against mine.

“you’re a dick.” i complain. his smirk grew bigger. “next time don’t give me attitude sweetheart.” he kisses my lips again and lifts me up off his lap and sits me down back on the chair as he leaves to go into the bathroom.

i look at the screen in front of me and see that we lost. i hear footsteps outside the door, matt opens the door.

“dude! what the-” it wasn’t matt. chris looks at me for a second, his eyes widening and mouth slightly drops open before slowly stepping back out of the door again.

“right okay. i’m gonna go back downstairs” he speaks awkwardly while shutting the door behind him.

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